Eyes

A glimpse

At the corner;

A swish 

Of gold.

A green eyed,

Black eyed,

Dead eyed soul...

It is me.

Running;

Always 

Running,

Toward the sea,

Away from those eyes

That look

Straight through me.

To

Hide the shame,

The tears,

To

The pain.

Breathe through it

Again,

In night,

In day,

In rain

And 

Wish for someone

To take it away. 

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

very moving write, emotional as well.

[Ardra]

The pain is very palpable in this one....your poem speaks to me in a special way....

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Well done, can really feel the emotion, sometimes we cannot escape but need to accept what we cannot change🌹

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Moving write. I feel the longing, for those special eyes that reflect the same longing, and are satisfied in the oneness.

[R.E. Ray]

A raw, gut-wrenching poem. Such rich imagery and pure emotion conveyed in this piece. "Dead eyed soul" is what hit me the hardest, and stuck with me until the end. Still, hope comes through... "running, toward the sea"... the human spirit alive.

[Sonakshi Arora]

I loved this piece so much! You have said a lot in just a few words . Brilliant 😄