Billboard

Where the trains pass by each hour,
heaving mass of metal,
like the crowds that fill
the empty platform,
trudging past
one face, in paper,
glued to the wall,
unstuck and drooping at the corners.

Staring in silence
with eyes two feet wide
watching every passerby
who meet these eyes,
only glancing and moving on,
as if with purpose,
in this world thats always moving,
eyes squeezed shut
or almost closed
to block the sunlight
drifting through the windows
and cracks in the ceiling
of the old and empty platform.

Where resides
one face in paper
glued to the wall
mouth painted shut
with faded graffiti.
Seeking out each face
in the heaving mass of people,
in the world so full of purpose,
which takes them briefly
to the world of
one face in paper
glued to the wall,
unstuck and drooping at the corners.

Reviews

[Shutter Speed]

Says a lot with a terrific metaphor brought to life by realistic imagery, although you used the imagery as a tool to discuss your universal point even further, rather than just to make it "sound good." You have a very perceptive voice and I would encourage you to try new things because you will go far. Keep writing!!! -Shutter Speed