your face is a painting
leaning ever so slightl
y to the left in the co
rner of a wall in the b
ack of my mind where th
e light doesnt reach it
except when it rains an
d the water droplets li
ke saltless tears catch
rays of the sun reflect
ing and projecting them
inside the cave in whic
h i hide you and even i
cannot deny your existe
nce then for with every
second that the image o
f your face remains ill
uminated grows a yearni
ng in my brain a hunger
a disease and i am sure
that if the sun does no
t set or the rain doesn
t cease and your face r
emains the backdrop for
my thoughts this will b
e the end of days passe
d quietly shoulder turn
ed to the spent memorie
s in which i am sinking

Very flow of consciousness. I like it. Also, like the formatting. This is a cool poem.

I came out of pain to this. Then the pain was worth it.

I like the format as well, but it is somewhat hard to look it with the lines breaking through the words...original though.

The structure reminds me of a waterfall, felt very like flowing water as I read down the column. Nicely done!

~Much Love~
Megan