The Trip

The Trip

A Poem by WitheredWhite

I watched your face melt. 
All that was left were your eyes, 
ice-blue, 
   full of truth, 
        and wise... 


Compassion has no pity for the Prize.

© 2016 WitheredWhite


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Kay
This gives an interesting image in only 2 sentences. Without you even referencing the different face features, I imagined them all falling away and two bright, deep eyes glowing as they hang in the air.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on September 29, 2016
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