Sep 2019
The Faceless Man
He walks the world without one,
but could borrow any face.
I could guess the colour of His skin
but He doesn't belong to any race
As soon as He's within your grasp
He disappears without a trace
And you can only sense His smile
As He slips into your place.
He walks the world without one,
but could borrow any face.
I could guess the colour of His skin
but He doesn't belong to any race
As soon as He's within your grasp
He disappears without a trace
And you can only sense His smile
As He slips into your place.
The Faceless Man is a recurring poetic character of mine. Something always lurking in the shadows.
(29/Genderqueer/Poland/UK)
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