Surrounded And Yet AloneSurrounded and yet alone
among faces of stone
They speak without a sound
Nor bicker or moan
I consider the face I carved
of the one that stares at me
within the looking glass
I see nothing but lines of time
and memories of shattered dreams
like a shadow over a mountain pass.
As faces come and go pretty and crass
Some disguised with clever masks
Yet the lonliness deep within hides in darkened
chambers as echoes of hopeless mutterings
scream to the deaf.
The silent truth speaks rather loud
to the beat of a clamouring crowd
all are at times surrounded and alone
dragging thier burden of stone.
Nephilhim 51-55, M 10 Responses 26 Nov 30, 2012