Crying Eyes
Those coffee wells, shading secrets
Softened by a troubled frown
Hollering the words that cannot be uttered
For this silence speaks the loudest sound.
To watch the mundane of life churn
With a bat of the eye and a bow of the head
An outlook is given, on sound perceived
Nobody fully understands
Of the ponderous thoughts
Coursing through her shadowed mind
Though on occasion
Those cues come rolling of that tongue
And we glimpse at the sight of secrecy.
With every year that slips
A vast seven plummet.
The hourglass tilts
Hollering the words that cannot be uttered
Silence in its glory thrives
To blaze fire in those crying eyes.
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