Some days I like to pretend I'm faceless.
I'll walk the edge of the wall
facing towards the west
listening to the black birds caw.
Some days I like to pretend I'm heartless.
Cold as a winter day proclaims.
Shrouded in a splinter needle nest,
I rock back and forth among the sane
Some days I like to pretend I'm soul-less
.Harsh, bitter winds blow from within.
I'm looking for a body to dress
and show off my scars of sin
Some days I like to pretend I'm colorless.
I look for a reaching hand
Crying all alone in a box where I confess,
I'm bleak, dark, bland
Some days I like to pretend I'm less,
less than I can be.
I'll walk the edge of the wall facing my eastern black bird call
and proclaim......why...... I am none of these!
Kane Jordison
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-days-i-fancy-i-am-a-poet/
