A Cryptic Glow

 Sometimes, when alone, I look at the reflection of my dull eyes; and being dull, they never really look back. 

Sometimes though, a flicker of light shines in the deep abyss of my pupils.

Somewhere in the black depth of my eyes-the door to my soul flickers with life.

But it is a long way down a long road; a far, dark journey.

That light-the one lingering in the shadows of my dull, blank eyes- creeps away in tiny crevices and corners, never to be found.

But somehow-only when I cease to search for it- I am able to feel the light illuminate.

For when I am not looking  is when it burst aflame.

Therefore I am to assume that I was never meant to see the light.

But my mind has gone hectic and distressed beyond reason.

I've been racking my brain in search of the ghostly light.

You see, this light has become the center of my being.

This light is all I care about. Nothing more. Nothing less.

For there is nothing more than the glow of passion in my own eyes.

And anything less fails to satisfy me.

And for this reason, my eyes are dull to all things.

Only few ignite the wick that is my pupil.

But in my search of contentment and wonder,

I happen to ponder...

Is it a selfish thing my eyes do?

To only shine for few?

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

An intriguing ponder with a genuine soul
searching type of feel. Written extremely
well..Nicely done...