Mike Tyson

by Harry Lea from Oakham in United Kingdom

Their Faces


when the day fades to a memory  

the dim streetlights birth shadows on the wall

he trod promptly each step with intention

lonely clouds drifted among the stars

like boats in the roaring ocean

tireless waves lapping the stern

an orchestra of noise seem to surround him

yet the streets were empty

he is alone in his head but ears can hear him

in the depths of his conscious eyes can see him

faces surround him so close and yet distant

he cannot escape them no matter the time




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Last edited 10/14/2022 2:08:24 PM

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