Eyes of the Soul
He was coming toward me
Nothing, save him, could I see
His smile screamed for attention
His eyes froze my apprehension
What color might that be
What sights must he have seen
His eyes were fear and manipulation
Strength, dependence, desperation
His eyes were paralyzed above me
Hovering, unmoving, unwilling to see
But I saw the pain and the price he had paid
No longer willing to accept any aid
They were dead and he was to blame
Or so I saw through all of his shame
What had he done to get this twisted
Why did he aim the gun that he fisted
His eyes were crazed, distant, distraught
Who had done this; he must have been taught
He screamed; I shook
We shared a feared look
My eyes, forgiveness plead
What trespass had I said
His eyes were sad
No longer was he mad
"I'm sorry" he sobbed
"My life has been robbed"
"It's fine" I stuttered
Should I even have uttered
"My soul is the devil's; kill you, I must.
Please don't look at me with disgust"
I nod my submission, "do it fast", I pray
He lifted his gun and his eyes did say
"Forgive me, beautiful. Don't think me cruel
But the devil, my master, I follow his rule."
The shot wasn't painful until I saw his eyes
I heard them say sorry between my many cries
As I fell, he caught me; laid me down fondly
I welcomed his master; might I add, fairly calmly
Copyright © Lyric Canna | Year Posted 2021
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