Your face tells me nothing
different than a minute ago.
Always silent,
but soft ticks
Everyday, everyone stares at you
Do you not feel it?
or do you feel the
hundreds of eyes on your face,
waiting for you to change
Do you ever get tired?
Being pressed against the wall?
Do you know your hours are numdered?
Minutes?
Seconds?
Pale, white face
Black features
most of the time
A Minute smile, followed
Always
by a Minute frown.
Everyone knows you,
Knows you well.
Just tell me,
What time is it?
Just a FaceA Poem by Laura Judithwhat/who does this sound like? You'd be suprized© 2010 Laura JudithAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 1, 2010 Last Updated on February 1, 2010 AuthorLaura JudithNYAbout18, New York. Find me in France. Art Major. "Rain will make the flowers grow." more..Writing
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