The Face of My EnemyA Poem by Christina May ShanabergJust a reflection on how ugly mean people are!THE FACE OF MY ENEMY
The face of my enemy is cold, Featureless, and wrinkled old; It is, sadly, so very unhappy; Never beautiful will it be; Only a blank, unknowing expression, Filled with the decay of depression; Blind and savagely wild eyes; A hardened stone never cries; The bleached mouth of evil; The scorched skin of a devil; Gazing, insanely, into another place; Scarred by anger, the striped face; Made of dry, dull, dirty clay To, in my mind, erode away. © 2010 Christina May ShanabergReviews
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StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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