My Relentless Id

a faceless head
devoid of expression
no eyes to see
deaf to words of plea
no aroma of glee

only cruelty and despair
no hope of escape
silver linings gone

the murky gloom grows

enveloping
suffocating

the despicable me

Drawing dawn Whitehand

Pastel, charcoal & conte on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

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