Losing face. Saving Grace.A Poem by Thomas RoartyI wrote this one about people who can be seen as "two-faced" Enjoy!
Flip your coin.
You remind me of such a thing, not in value nor sentiment, but that you consist of two faces. Rust dares not collect on you, these faces remain forever new and interesting to me. You shine in copper, degrade in your alloy. Flip this coin, outsider. Tell me which face you see. Do you see what I see, stranger? Do we gaze upon the same face that the coin conveys to us? It is only metal, but try convincing this face that it can do no harm to you. Your ridges cut me like sawblades, a circular saw. You spin in your own dreamland, out of phase with the scars you cause. No two face is the same for me. Yet you cause the same pain within me to equal my distain. Your smiling face drills into my memory as you drill my skin with lies. Once upon a time I had you in my grasp. I held you when you needed me, but you had flipped once again. A new face then arose from within. The old phoenix within you croaks. The feathers are tattered and broken in the final life. Soon this worn-out coin will bear no face. Scratched off and worn away. Such a pity to see something that was once so beautiful decompose to dust. Such a crime to let it be in existance. I remain unsure, I ponder over pity and pestilence trying to decide your fate. Maybe I'll just flip a coin... © 2011 Thomas RoartyAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 13, 2011 Last Updated on January 13, 2011 AuthorThomas RoartyGlasgow, Lanarkshire, United KingdomAboutHello! My name is Thomas. I am sixteen years of age and I have just began writing for personal pleasure, I hope you enjoy my works :) I'm not 100% positive on how to define my works. Thus far they se.. more..Writing
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