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Breidenthal. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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David William Breidenthal
Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber
But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur
They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure
But I still wonder… my pupils still wander
My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot
Their cup is half full…rather than half empty
My pupils see what others cannot
Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty
My pupils project feelings…
They comprehend – they spiral up and down
They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings
My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown
Optimism isn’t in the picture…bestowing infection
Upon my crestfallen heart
I’m a broken compass – I’m losing my direction
My animated heart tears apart
Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume
My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee
Because they’re focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume
On with our soothing music
Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity
But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement
They spot what others are too oblivious to see…
Nonetheless, I still ponder…
Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement?
Do I witness the fears and woes?
My pupils reject the precious scenery
They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency
My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity
My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly…
Oh dear pupils…
Will you ever pay the bills?
Will you ever use your skills?
My heart bleeds in the river mills
My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills
My pupils spew out remorse
My pupils are like open doors…