Dad You Look So Deep Into My Eyes

EYES

 DAD,
 YOU LOOK SO DEEP INTO MY EYES,
 AS IF YOU SEEK MY SOUL, 
 I KNOW,
 IT BOTHERS YOU AND ME 
FOR WHOM I SEEK CANNOT BE THERE, 
 IS HE, 
OR ANYWHERE? 
BUT IN THE UNRESOLVED 
DEPTH OR SHALLOW PART OF ME 
AS I WANDER, WONDER 
AND I ALWAYS LOOK 
TO SEE IF YOU HURT AS ME 
 CAN I SEE THE CONNECTION? , 
IS IT A GIFT, TO SEE OTHERS PAIN? 
WHAT THE GAIN, 
 THE OLD REFRAIN.
SEEING, SEEKING, THEIRS, TO COVER MINE,
 THE URGE TO RESCUE YOU 
INSTEAD OF ME 
CAN IT BE A GIFT OR BURDEN? 
ARE THEY THE SAME
 I KNOW   IN THE EYES I SEEK,
 THE ANSWER IS, OBVIOUSLY, 
THE LOVE OF ME 
 THAT I COULD NEVER FIND
EVAN THOUGH IT WAS THERE 
 HIDDEN BEHIND THOSE DEEP SET
 AND DARK BROWN EYES
 AMONGST THE TRUTH AND LIES

 NOW IT COMES TO THIS 
CAN I RESCUE YOU OR HE
IS THIS THE ME
 I’M SUPPOSED TO BE 
 THE RESCUER, WHO SEEKS
 HIS WHAT IN YOUR WHERE 
 MY TRUTH, ISN’T THERE 
 IT’S
 ISN’T IT?
 IN CREATIVITY 
 CAN I LEND A HAND 
 AND REACH A SOUL 
 BY TELLING A STORY
THAT COMES FROM OUT MY TRUTH 
 THEY MAY NOT UNDERSTAND 
 NEVER MIND, 
TYPE AND PRINT
 BE GLAD THE STORIES TOLD
ARE OF MOST IMPORT TO ME
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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