The Eye of Darkness

I wrote this when I was bored...

Look at these eyes, they are not pure

Filled with insatiable wicked desire

They repel ugliness, thought I am not sure

For you should know I am a liar

Numb and cold,those eyes felt not the sadness

Of heavy crystal tears

Or the love-struck crush, including the madness

Never feeling childish fears

Thus, sin chews away at the cornea

Is it necessary to cast it out

 To quit such a nasty phobia

 Who can remove stone-dead doubt?

When will light dance across my eye?

Maybe when I release last breath

And smiling, die

Fantasy it may be to think of death...

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

A formidable disguise. As a shield repells the arrows aimed at the heart. A tear wells up only to turn to ice. Your rivals turn to dust before you. The gentile wind sweeps them away. Sorry I get carried away by your inspiring words. Such power here.

[Chidoriflower]

I believe your review in itself is a poem! Thank you so very much, and have a happy New Year!

[Becky C Strukamp]

Sometimes boredom brings unexpected brilliant thoughts. A dark write ..very good poem.

[Chidoriflower]

Thank you! :) Boredom often gives birth to new poetry.

[Rob Santana]

Deep dark madness here. Love it!!!

[Chidoriflower]

Thank you for your enthusiasm!

[Bluefire]

This is very deep. It is a bit dark, but very beautiful at the same time.
Well done! ^^

[Chidoriflower]

Thank you, Bluefire.

[Bluefire]

Noo problem! ^^