my crowded wall

look
you are just another face
on my crowded wall
all the same
all the same
you offer nothing more
you get nothing more
you blend with the rest
easily overlooked
because there is too many
too many of you
nothing special
I am blind to yours
blind to your skin
stretched over boney ridges
unmoved by your eyes
them hollow sinkholes
giving away to empty
look
you are amongst the dead
fading into the background
what a name
what a name
wasted title without a body
no language to speak of
no unique streaks
setting no soul on fire
you are motionless in character
never brand new
claimed by dust
day after day
what a total bust
stuck in the same pose
without a mystery at all
just filling more space
on my crowded wall