Remedy Lane

Sepia

Tired, broken face; eaten by time.

Colored nicely in sepia shades.

Measure of a “once was life“,

Load of a shattered being that was…

“Face”-a warning ignored for so long,

Ignored by the blindness of men.

Frame that was an ornament once,

Is not more, than a dusty stub now.

Forgotten in lack of memory,

Maybe never was known at all.

Rigorous, but still warm- those eyes,

They are asking for apprehension.

© Remedy Lane