Through These Eyes

As sober as a nun who has lost her faith
as useless as a dancer who's lost her grace
a life unraveled by tired mind
left weary from a life unkind

I remain a broken piece
always searching for release
trying to overcome the past
these hollow smiles, they never last

Patched up like an aging boat
with too many holes to stay afloat
the only thing that makes me stay:
blind faith that I will find my way

Reviews

[Misery]

Your deepest thoughts and sincerest emotions set with the precision of a jeweler.
Very nicely said, dear poet.

[Gaia Octavia]

Speaking of very nicely said, thanks for the kind words ☺

[Misery]

You are always welcome, gifted poet.