The Window

The door to ones soul
The window of understanding
His eyes hazing with the falling tear
His sky blue eyes darkening

Day after day these eyes watch as they pass
Gasping and glaring
Watching and staring
Hoping for something to happen

Now he sits and listens from behind the bars
Ears perk up at the sound of a cry
His snow white coat splashed with black
Slowly becoming dimmer

The eyes tell the story of his life
Taken from those he loves
To please those he cares little for
Now he cares no longer

The beautiful eyes of a magnificent creature
dimming and darkening
No longer watching
But waiting for the end

His tears no longer falling
His coat no longer glistening
He ears no longer listening
His eyes no longer open

Another window closed

Reviews

[J.S. Pua]

nice write..
i guess..
for many..
it can be open to different interpretations..
good work..