Red Eyes

Wrote this when i realised i was getting high more than living. Sleeping though days, aimlessly drifting through life.

You can see the emotions in ones eyes

Pain, Joy

Pride, Disappointment

From the highest extremes to the lowest of depths traversed in a blink

Bloodshot sights 

Dry and sore, filled with the sands of time 

with dark sandbags weighing them down

They tell a story of visible pain

With every effort to keep my eyes open 

To see the world positively

Yet have colours drained by the kaleidoscope i look through 

It may not be what you like

To see my scopes be blinded momentarily by substances

To paint my landscapes blood red

With mental jabs and pokes 

That glorify my battle against life

My eyes are the witnesses and victims to this war

They are the grounds on which my battles take place

They are the instruments to both my victories and defeats

Every moment captured through my lens is a victory 

Every missed opportunity to see the world as a beautiful place is a loss

And with a couple of blinks 

A brown oasis, surrounded by soft cloud-like terrains

Flows over the lava-like plains that once was 

To reset the clock for my daily struggles

Cloaking my pains, like pulling a rug over a mess

To trick people into thinking I'm fine 

As my iris soaks up the sun

Forming a mirrored layer over my eyes 

Reflecting a mirage for the masses 

Deflecting any chance of opening up 

So look closely into ones eyes

For they paint a picture of life more than words ever will.

Author's Note

Would really like to know how i can improve as a writer. More focused on the flow of my writing and use of literary devices and such. Hoped you enjoyed it.