Wrinkled Forehead

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Your face says it all

from those eyes that appear sad

when you are smiling brightly

to the wrinkles on your forehead

that would tell anyone everything they ever needed to know,

if they cared to look closer than just a passing glimpse.

maybe the real you is plain, and quiet

in a perfect contrast to what your actions say

They buy what you have been selling for years

but I am not so easily sold.

I like to look the gift horse in the mouth,

I like to check under the hoods of my cars

and I like to see past walls built to keep me out

and thus, my dear man, I turn to look at you

I want to read the lines on your face

like dialog in a seedy film noir movie

I can tell you have hurt and have been hurt

and that in secret you smoke like a chiminey and

drink like a fish, and speed down life like a maniac.

I see that you make fast friends with the enemy

never letting them know that you worry that you aren't good enough

for the men you are responsible for molding into the future

you can't let a woman get to close to your thoughts

because that phase of life is over and now is the time

the time for fast women, loud music and sex that doesn't mean anything.

But when the last call has been uttered and the door to your hotel locks

and the stereotypes have left and the hangover hasn't taken effect,

But theres just you.  staring at your forehead wrinkles in the mirror.

You turn out the lights, check your phone and fall asleep,

getting ready to do it all again tomorrow.

Sometimes you don't but sometimes you do,

sometimes you cry because you feel like you have missed something.

I would tell you that I have what you are missing,

I would scream at you that if you would just ask me I would give you the secrets

that you think you will never find.

but we all know how this ends, you don't have to be a rocket scientist

or a tarot reading mystic to know you can't hear me from half way around the world.

So I blow out my candles and pray for your soul

as I fall asleep knowing you better than you know yourself.

goodnight.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Wow... very impressive.

Really enjoyed your unique style it was very refreshing.

Antonio

[EMF]

An insight into the lost lonely souls, adrift in a cloud of friends and lovers. No longer looking, just ticking over Wonderfully penned with insight and love. It could be for anyone, but the reader will think it is written for them. A rare gift. And a rare hand of hope.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

This poem is universally written; it could be for a lost lover, father, brother, mother, friend, or sister, whom has given up hope for themselves, never realizing that there is someone out there still caring and hoping for them to wake up and become themselves, again. This is a wonderfully written and inspiring poem!