The Old Sad Eyes

First Chapter

The stitch of his thread opens doors to the dead

The glitch of the rum burns down the sun

A spoon resolves his dream once yours 

The needle retrieves the seeds deceased

In the basement there lived a peasant

A dark clothed man preaching to the damned 

His book of shadows formed a marrow

The old sad eyes have opened and cried

The eyes that burn the black tree fern

Opened the iris that could swallow a virus

I tossed and turned night after night

Denying my anger and possibly a murder

The old sad eyes have left the dead to sigh

A black glove was stolen by the hands of the wisemen

I wait by the window debate to kill the widow

The cries seemed louder as I dusted the powder

I left no trace below the nest was a blade

The old man had stolen sad eyes so golden

I seized the blade and his forehead disintegrate 

Making my way towards the bed, soon the eyes will be dead

Raising the weapon the windows creaked open

I turn around for there were footsteps on the ground

As cries passed for hours the closer I was to the coward

The old sad eyes cried louder and louder

Goodnight my late friend, goodnight my dear friend

Your perception of thunder had been following me asunder

Now I wipe the enemy of the crying melody

If the blade cuts deep, I would finally sleep

© Nama Babieh 2013

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and detailed tale. You gave enough and I wanted to know more. I like the description of the man and the act you was to commit. You left questions to ponder and visions to understand. I like your style of writing. You write with the skill of the ancient writers. Each line honest and direct. Leaving the reader to grasp each thought. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sami Khalil]

"The old sad eyes cried louder and louder

Goodnight my late friend, goodnight my dear friend
Your perception of thunder had been following me asunder"

Sad and emotive...:).....................

[SquinklaPsyOps]

A very reflective piece with meanings woven into the imagery!

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing

[Namaa Hammond]

Thank you for reading :)

[A. Amos]

you're most welcome

[ANM]

Murder or suicide it is open to conjecture... Well written!

[Namaa Hammond]

Thank you :)

[Gedalya]

I think this deserves slit of credit. It is sweeping. . .

[Namaa Hammond]

Thank you , it is appreciated