Forgotten Face

Walking down a tunnel

Of lost forgotten pain,

I am hugging you tight

And warm against my breast.

Treading the gnarled roots of giant oaks,

High up among the branches, hidden in the yellowing leaves,

I thought I saw a withered face, puffed out in a giant mushroom mouth

agape and breathing rainbow clouds.

 

As the air around thickens with weary sighs -

Sirens wail in screaming streaks of pain.

Red, purple and green streams of death

Slide down the skies in spouts of acid rain.

 

Walking amidst some fragments of

Dead life, strewn around is desolation drawn

From the deepest caverns of my heart.

 

Walking down tunnels

Of lost forgotten pain,

I met a faceless face, a lot like mine.