Faceless ones from the series of ‘The sadness of Souls (and often their rebirth)

There are no pictures of me
I am faceless
Nameless
I lie in streets
As Mother or
Father
make music.
Plastic bowl
Empty
My faceless
nameless body dirty
I ache to be seen
I am
I am
Here

Randomrose (c)

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5 thoughts on “Faceless ones from the series of ‘The sadness of Souls (and often their rebirth)

  1. Wonderful evocative writing Randomrose. Too many faceless people in our world today. Thank you for this powerful piece.

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