faces

faces
worn
telling stories
from people
that know the meaning
of pain
and knots of hunger
gurgling up from
empty stomachs
on baseless plains
featureless, flat
swelling, breathing
with that human power
to see inside
finding beauty in nothing
and love from indifference
I was once a child of ignorance
so that now my false wisdom inflates my ego
so that no one can hear me
so that in my intellectual prism
I am but
a prisoner
in the chains of spoken words