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

Copyright © Kelsey Kopec | Year Posted 2006

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