Watchful Eyes

Written by hands that bleed, the letters merge together.
"Death is all that's left" can be read through the drips.
The photo album was torn apart and pinned to the wall.
Smiling faces stare down from all angles, yet happiness is not conveyed.
Their eyes watch as she brings the pills that won't be taken.
Rocking in a corner, avoiding the eyes.
"It's not my fault" muttered under the breath with a shaking head.
Close their eyes, the images flood back to break the denial.
Never sleep, never fully wake.
The mind stays lethargic and will never heal.
Screams echo in the hall, straining the mind.
"Rid the nation of the weak." the doctor sighs and walks away.

Reviews

[Sliver of Reality]

Nice but I think that there is a need for something more. It is extreme but then the notion that we are all in the corner rocking in back and forth at one time and another loses the effect of the words pills that won't be taken. Maybe it is me but there is something missing.

[Anicca]

Wow, this was wonderful and the ending totally unexpected. I loved the imagery in this piece. My favourite line has to be 'Smiling faces stare down from all angles, yet happiness is not conveyed' - beautiful, using the word smile and stare the way you did felt really juxtaposed and it worked really well, I also loved the idea of a smile not conveying happienss, its unfortunate that in the real world they also often dont. Thanks for sharing.