Faces ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

I see faces in the rain
They all seem to know my name
Just staring
Watching me
Lightning flashes and I see them
No bodies
Just faces from my past
Faces I’ve loved
Faces I’ve hated
Faces that hurt me
And those that I hurt
Haunting me
Taunting me
Music starts
But then it stops
There is only the beat of a drum
Growing louder
Cymbals crashing
Then silence
Lightning flashed and they were gone
Then I realized what they were
And I believed
So many faces and memories
Of a life well lived
In all my yesterdays

~The Tennessee Poet~
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