Faceless Poem by Caleb Gonzales

Faceless



It's the end of the road
No options left
Thought of you getting left behind
Can't get left, where time doesn't exist
Falling flat on your back
Seconds ticking away
Confusion turns into contradiction
Realizing everybody has a story to tell
A billion stories being written and told
Not enough being read and heard
Like voices in the dark
Faceless

Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Caleb Gonzales

Caleb Gonzales

Bakersfield California
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