Silent Stares
Alone.... with all these silent stares screaming
for you....,
at you
just sat there.
No, if you will, image yourself behind a stranger’s eyes.
What do you see when you come into view?
Can you not see your blind fury and its’impact on the
people around you?
Of course you don’t.
You won’t.
Allow yourself.
To deal-with
Anything
Real?
That would involve you having to feel....
Feel for reality...Even if it isn’t there.
All that can be seen is a thin coating of the person you
once were.
You have to find your Real Eyes and OPEN them!
Before you fill your emptiness with characteristics that
you’ve always despised in a person.
Otherwise it will be too late by the time you discover
that the person you truly despise has been you.
There won’t be anything you can do to erase what has
been done during all your time of running.
Copyright © Becky Keeney | Year Posted 2007
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