broken eyes

its a vivid memory i had one day whilst walking

once i was walking in a lonely avenue 

when i suddenly saw this boy 

he  reeked of sorrow an abyss of melancholy

his eyes were  broken.

as we passed each other 

i could sense that acknowledged me and 

i acknowledged him.

for a brief second i peered into his eyes and in return 

he peered into mine . i could feel his sorrow , i could feel his pain

his eye's told an entire story of sadness .

to the naked eye we are placid , but only broken eyes 

can see broken spirits and in the end as we passed each other 

we both concluded one irrefutable fact a single clear deduction

and that deduction was that we were both broken.

Author's Note

don't ignore anything tell me what u think clearly lol

Reviews

[Rhea752]

Very true and well written. You cannot recognize brokenness unless you yourself are broken. Keep it up!! :D

[Peter H]

thank you :)

[Archangel Gabriel]

Interesting and acute observation encapsulated in a good verse. Often we are more aware of others sharing pain when we are in pain. One suggestion:
'could sense that he acknowledged me and '

[Baby Ricochet]

"He reeked of sorrow an abyss of melancholy/ his eyes were broken." Good line.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Well done... such a true message.

[Peter H]

thank you peotic heroics :)

[Infinity Blues]

Takes one to know one....Takes a depressed and broken soul to understand and just know another depressed and broken soul. Even if it was in a glimpse.
Well done Peter H, this was a great read.

[Peter H]

thank you infinity blues :_

[quinfinn]

o could be extremely cliche here and say that misery loves company (so true) but this goes much deeper than that. there is that singular morose quality in another's eyes with which we can immediately identify, even without speaking a word. well captured, Peter, and nicely penned!

[Peter H]

quinfin your reviews are always so inspiring and they make one feel flattered thank you :)

[quinfinn]

always a pleasure, my friend

[FJ Davis]

Sentiments well-conveyed; brokenness reveals itself to brokenness.
Fine effort, Peter!

[Peter H]

thank you frankey :)

[TrimarcoRansome]

I love the essence of this, those stolen glances we share with strangers, you are aware of your surroundings to write about topics such as these. Keep up the great work

[Tree]

This is true. A broken person can see another and they speak to each other through the language of residual pain, the aura if you will, it is weak. This was a good write, and I enjoy reading your poems because you give them thought . They are meaningful. The only thing you might want to revisit is in the third verse you refer to the eye's as, ''reeked'', meaning they had a horrible odor, not sure if that makes sense if it was the eyes you were staring into. But regardless I really enjoyed this I could connect with the experience. Nice work, Peter.

[Peter H]

thank you diego your reviews are always welcomed with great admiration :)

[The Daisy]

his eyes they reeked of sorrow

When we are able to recognize others' sorrow, we become more human.