Faceless Silhouette

Gloomy the sky by the clouds overrun,

As an outline rises from dawning amber to dusked ash,

Standing out only in borrowed light

A silhouette of wuthering possibilities, but a face of unmatched expectations.

A silhouette sketched in phantasmal imagination,

To appease the crevice of a rueful past,

A desperation to consummate fulfillment,

As a culminating nail in the coffin of utmost aghast.

Molding a soul of illusional perfection in delusional reality,

Glinting a hint of incompleteness in the very core.

As man and perfection is an endless chase,

A man's silhouette of impeccability remains without a face.