Haunted eyes

I can see it,

See it in the eyes,

The eyes that stare back from the mirror,

The dark, haunted eyes,

The eyes that have seen too much.

Whether its trauma, or suffering, I’m not too sure,

But it burns deep down,

Right down to the soul,

Is it possible for someone to feel so much pain?

Just peering in creates scars.

Scars that spread,

Spread along tortured skin,

Skin that’s been through too much.

Those eyes, that skin,

It’s easy to see it was beautiful once,

Once, in a time before this,

A time before the pain,

A time before the pain took over,

A time of peace,

A time of love, of laughter.

All of that is gone now,

All that exists is the pain,

It encompasses everything,

Light, love, laughter, all things good and true,

Those eyes hold the truth,

The truth about the dark…

Author's Note

Sometimes, such as this, I have no idea what I'm writing I'm that much out of it, so chill out with reviews, don't judge to harshly :)

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

When the eyes are haunted,
when the eyes are clever
when the eyes are wicked..


Enjoyed the work

[Katelyn]

I can relate to the feeling and experience so this poem touches me deeply. I love this piece! (:

[SuicidePact.]

so deep

[TKBickel]

I agree with fellow readers-Beautiful-You are so heavy and revealing, baring your soul.

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

Beautiful! I am glad you sent a RR to me to read this poem, else I wouldn't have found it. Truly magnificent!

[Rik B]

i write the same way, it just comes from within, and if you dont put it to paper, it will eat you alive,,, great work.

[Archia]

I really enjoyed this, and the meaning in it.