Empty Eyes

Written July 2007, pre-deletion day. My groundhog day.

Empty Eyes

What difference does a day make?
....nothing to you my demon,
I do not want your words of comfort.

My body is a traitor it ignores my command,
.... how dare it help you,
It weeps with the permission of Satan.

I pray for dawn in its finest,
.... pass over, pass quickly,
For my sanity just pass while I live. 

                                  Is it the 27th yet?

Reviews

[Ryan Gilroy]

A tragic and eery poem that's riddled with an emotion sting that is truly unique and frightful. I wish that this poem didn't have to end, but i believe your use of minimalist diction plenty of promise provides me with a sense of relief. I like how you use the body part of eyes seeing often times people consider the eyes of a person the gate-way towards one's soul.

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I love your 'on the fly' style.. day to day.. life to life.. situations.. I can imagine you jotting these down on a bus or somthing.. or in your car.. and then ploughing into an old lady because you wern't looking where you were going lol....

[Shane Patrick]

stay strong... and I will be here.. another grained writing from you... excellant work... :)

[Darryl Salach]

I didn't know it was groundhog day??lol

I can feel the anguish in your words my friend...it will get better in time!!xo