Death March

By ColorMeToxic

I looked out across a sea of smiling faces

Some were fake

made of plastic

never changing

Others real

forever pained

and decaying

But still they smile

I wonder when my face will join theirs

Would I be swept up in the tides?

wearing my fear like badges

shedding my skin made of cinders

while the bones of many

collect my embers

They walk in neatly formed lines

like battle marches

keeping perfect time

I see no reason

I see no rhyme

are they really dead

Or am I?

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Published on Tuesday, January 10, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Eh. A sorry attempt at trying to break my writers block...

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Comments on "Death March"

A former member wrote: An epidemic of manipulation.
On Thursday, March 21, 2013, soul_versing (882) wrote:

I love a confusion of oneself.. I absolutely love the way it's written, especially, the tone and flow of it. If this is your writers block, then it works wonders for you..
A former member wrote: for writers block it was great then again it was good in general good work
On Tuesday, November 27, 2012, Killerdemonchick (54) wrote:

great work
A former member wrote: So haunting creeping stanza...I love the nature of this piece so palpable it cling within...I really enjoyed the read thank you for sharing your art...
A former member wrote: This is different for you..It is beautiful and full of depth..like you.
On Wednesday, January 11, 2012, Gemini (31) wrote:

Great observation, It must be something in the water..food..sky..hd tv..and meds. You may be the sane one still alive. You need an anonymous mask maybe. Well done !!!
On Wednesday, January 11, 2012, dwells (4285) wrote:

A sea of faces, real and plastic, never changing - sounds to me like they are the deadies (as we used to say at the catfish farm when we had to scoop up the ones that died in the night). Reminds me of that for some reason, thanks.
On Tuesday, January 10, 2012, Devilish (2658) wrote:

I had the same problem a few days back... this is haunting... but only the way you can write it... much love!
On Tuesday, January 10, 2012, haunted (850) wrote:

alright beth!good job this is awesome. i love the twist in the end. i was under the impression that this was just an observational poem. but when you say or am i, for me it changed my perspective that your seeing a world your in, not a world that you see. hope that makes sense. good friggin poem beth! i really enjoyed it! thanks
A former member wrote: Such a powerful, & ever so haunting question... loved it thanks for posting