An Ode To A Broken Face Poem by N.K. Trevor

I have never seen anything like it before
I had underestimated its broken façade…
You should see it in the first light of day
It is very ugly indeed…

And it is not the wrinkles that make it so-
No- there is an in-depth hue of pain in it
The countenance it shares upon it, is absurd
Though weary it may seem, but ugly it is…

From one glance, one peek of it-
You will but search for one gay moment in it
But vanity is all you will get …
The sockets of its eyes will fully acquaint you-

You have never seen a broken face, have you?
This one my dear I tell you… it is wretched
That you will even feel twice broken yourself
And you may - or you may not reach pity to it

But very well, if you insist to have a look at it
Then I must warn you ‘ere you make an attempt…
You must not let disgust shade your face over it
Nor laugh at it, nor try to comfort it…

For all those is a sum of all it has met
And it needs not to be reminded of any of it…
The vanity and sufferings that it has been against,
All these years and many more that we may never know

Who would tell its vacancy in such a dungeon?
Whence it was savagely buried
We may never know what really happened to it
Yet the invisible scars upon it has much a tale to tell

And as my heart is sunk and troubled…
So will yours be when you take a good look at it
For that weary face; you will put recognition to it -
And do not be staggered if it bears a veiled countenance

Of cherished affection that once stood ‘tween us
For its blemishes have it partly yet richly displayed
That there is an awful impairment to the unpleasant face
An impairment that is perceptibly intolerable

I cannot tell how I came by it
Though we may never wish to be aware the whole of it…
Yet I’d wish to consider myself to an understanding
Of what made the face that was buried in the sand -

- So broken - and so ugly?