Another Wasted Image
I would not complain
If I could find
The happiness
I see in the photos
Of other people
Or reveal the faces
Behind the voices
In a book I could
Not finish
Too many voices
Spoil this soup
Just as too many
Faces make me feel
I've missed something
I can never find
So I tell myself
To keep reading
As the obcession
Pulls me into a smile
On a body
I'll never have
Barry G. Wick
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