Eye

As I stared at its eye, I wonder what goes on inside.

It was like staring into the abyss.

No matter how many times I ask, it wouldn't reply.

Its hand simply moved, busily taping up the open wounds.

I thanked it but it wouldn't reply.

I still felt weak but in time, I'll stand again.

That's how they made me after all.

Once again, I asked for its name, but it wouldn't reply.