Too many faces are only memories now
Not so clear anymore on all the stories
It seems time closed the door somehow
Running off the fumes of passing glories
Innocent witness being lead to slaughter
Blood laced misery saturates murky water
Silence eats slowly on words never said
Guilt suffocates happiness into despair
It’s been a life sentence inside this head
Unable to blink while sinister eyes stare
Defeated demons will often return again
Same blueprint hidden in a different spin
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Damn, I can’t stand this, when it happens.
SOLID write, Damian. Your observations and instrospections make me THINK.
Too early for that (I woke up late today, lol).
Have a spectacular day, my friend.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I have that effect on some women. lol. I talk and they have literally told me it’s too early, my wife still does say it sometimes. lol. You have a great day as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
That’s too funny.
Right back at ya, my friend.
“Silence eats slowly on words never,” said. Damn that is the truth, Nice Damian.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very truthful line, indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Fantastic
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Not enough time when we are living in the good times. When they are over it makes us feel alone. Great ink.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true. Appreciate you.
Damian
I swear, time is a traitor & the mind is it’s accomplice. And what we don’t say weighs more than all the memories. You go right ahead on & express yourself at any hour. I get told all the time “it’s too early” for me. I refuse to live on somebody else’s clock. Thats the beautiful thing about poetry…it isn’t on a timer. As always, your words resonate, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is all of that, time, it truly does call the balls and strikes. But, I march to a different beat. It is a wonderful thing, poetry has kept me from having a nervous breakdown. I’m sure of it. Appreciate you.
Damian
Lately, I remember someone that I hadn’t thought of in decades. Or, I see a face in another face and can’t put a name to who they looked like. I’m terrible with faces. I had my mother’s sewing machine after she died. My sister wanted it and told me she was sending her husband to pick it up. I knew Bill. I was at their wedding. He was at family getogethers (mostly funerals but a couple holiday). My doorbell rang and I opened it up. I looked in his eyes and asked, “Can I help you?” Of course his response was, “I’m Bill?” I don’t know where my head was at that day. Good write. I have to try some shorter ones. Mine just runaway on me.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Paula. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve had moments like that, believe me. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian