Our Eyes
I would like to go and visit myself, when I was a child.
And hold her in my arms and cry,
while her heart was still free and wild.
I'd like to say I'm sorry...
For how I failed her.
I wouldn't wish to look in her eyes.
I don't want to see the child in me,
That in time slowly dies.
Maybe that's why I can't look in my own children's eyes.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
