Faces

All those cries for help.
And I was surrounded by happy faces, sad faces, empty faces...
And then There was no one.
And then different faces.
Hopeful faces
Distant faces
Lost faces
I chose my own face
I broke the mirror later
Alone and not worried.
Worried when not alone.
Empathy entered my heart and took my soul.
I care.
About happy faces, hopeful faces, lost faces.
So i wrote some letters and shaped them like poems
They couldnt help like I designed.
So I chose no faces.
Numbers not names.
They live they breathe they die
But numbers stay on
Names fade
I cant help but remember
I do not belong here.
Faces of strangers
Faces of friends
Sooner or later
They wont be remembered
And neither will I.
All those cries for help
When i helped myself when the dust turned to ashes.
And ashes to dust.
Worn out face
Smiling but cautious.

He doesnt belong here
Nobody asked him to come
Nobody asked him to leave
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.