My Eyes
My eyes stay dry
To be a dusty dry reflection of will
Sandier then the tough jolt of sin
My eyes stay cool
Freezing the hell that danced in my life
Stopping the activity that made my brain spin
My eyes….
Are dangerous
Look carefully into them
There is no howl of defeat found in them
Nor is there any dance of victory
Look closely…
And see that I have given up
The gleam you see is not of joy
But of frozen expectations
Oh yes indeed there is a large expense of thoughtfulness in my gaze
I see everything in a light that mocks the sulking shadows
Yet my light… is artificial
Its shine simmers but for a moment then is taken away in self indulgence
Then I’m left alone
Left to battle and find my away around the dark
My eyes are confused
They dart left and right with all the grace of a failing bird
Whatever they capture in their gaze they hold it in self denial
Uttering curses when the captured tunes them down
With mocking music and self exile
When my eyes are confused? They become desperate
Gasping in any neglected air
That air of freedom
They choke it up like a lifeline
Clutching its spirit
With the last of its strength
But most of all…
My eyes are hurt
The ice is protection
A shining layer upon a broken heart
The desperation of freedom
Is the result of being broken apart
I have grown
After tasting the whip of reality
And I have fought
Yet above all
Above anything there is about my eyes
My eyes are doomed
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