Broken Windows

 

In your eyes

They are shooting stars

All that is left is moisture

It glistens

In your seeping eyes

Reflections dance

Like shadows on a wall

 

In your eyes

They are fighting

All that remains is smoke

It clouds

In your quivering eyes

Heroic dreams waste away

Like a thousand bodies piled up

 

 

In your eyes

They are dying

All that can be left is the end

It stings

In your bleeding eyes

Violence breeds silence

Like lovers on the floor

 

In your eyes

They are still fighting

All that remains is struggle

It grows

In your lifeless eyes

Another head hangs low

Like their guns and their bombs

Reviews

[Through the Gateway]

Wonderful imagery. I get the sense that you are looking out of a broken window, trying to see the beauty outside, but only seeing fractured images of the terror of societal violence.

A well written piece!

[Emily B]

there is beauty even in broken windows

and one day, we will repair all

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Every emotion in our hearts has many layers and depending how you see the world is how you interpret your feelings.. what a fascinating of laying that out here.

[An owl on the moon]

You create such emotional imagery with these glimpses of thought. Here I felt light fading into darkness as life was taken away through the violence of humanity... Your words are remarkable...