Eyes Made of Glass
Staring at shadows in the night,
Moving across the frozen pond,
Going round and round,
Just like a merry-go-round.
High-pitched voices,
Resounding, booming laughter—
They reach my ears,
Alive and free,
Full of life.
Adoring looks, knowing smiles.
My arms,
Grasping at thin air,
Come up empty.
A veil falls upon my eyes,
Darkness envelops me.
Eyes of glass—
Staring,
Blank,
Unseeing,
Unfeeling.
Not
One
Single
Tear
Shed
In eyes made of glass.
Copyright © Lise Clendening | Year Posted 2024
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