My Brown Eyes

Brown eyes have warmth, they say.

It is like the rich soil

Where life chooses to be planted in.

So beautiful, so sweet,

Like melted chocolate on soft marshmallows,

Or like hot coffee that

Gets you addicted to it.

Brown eyes are pretty, they say.

But my brown eyes are dark

Like the destruction that

Every storm brings in its aftermath.

Look into my brown eyes

And you will see the reflection

Of all the violence of mankind.

My brown eyes aren't sweet.

They aren't like the coffee

That is bitter and yet people love it.

They are hard, armour-like,

And numb.

I am immune to the pain

Of the world.

Catastrophe, disaster, toxic,

My brown eyes have witnessed them all,

Causing them to lose their innocence,

Their beauty, 

Their warmth.

Leaving empty black holes as replacement.