poetry

Eyes: Poem


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This is a short poem I wrote one night. I had not really thought about the title as you can see. Just put this place-holder on it for now.

 

Eyes

 

What do you see

Behind these eyes

Glass walls that be

holding hope that dies.

 

The scars and breaks

the spark that died inside,

The pain that takes

And Icy numbness resides.

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