My Pupils

Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber But my eyes are an exception…everything’s a blur They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure But I still wonder… my pupils still wander My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot Their cup is half full…rather than half empty My pupils see what others cannot Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty My pupils project feelings… They comprehend – they spiral up and down They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown Optimism isn’t in the picture…bestowing infection Upon my crestfallen heart I’m a broken compass – I’m losing my direction My animated heart tears apart Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee Because they’re focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume On with our soothing music Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement They spot what others are too oblivious to see… Nonetheless, I still ponder… Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? Do I witness the fears and woes? My pupils reject the precious scenery They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly… My pupils… Oh dear pupils… Will you ever pay the bills? Will you ever use your skills? My heart bleeds in the river mills My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills My pupils spew out remorse My pupils are like open doors…