The Visage

By Dan Bickert

The weathered face that has felt the winter's wind
And the sun's blaze
The eyes that have seen through the haze
The inanition that you have
And that you feed upon
Do not fret after knowledge that I may have not
What I have are evenings of disillusionment
I am he who is depressed at the thought of futility
And of being bootless in a muddy world.

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about someone who has been through a lot