The Blind Fear In My Eyes

the blind fear in my eyes i looked at my eyes for the very first time all i could see were the blind fear in my eyes i roared off in the middle of thought ...where is everyone when i need them most? i asked, not in grief or anger, in despair may be on foot, my face and lips all cracked as i ventured into the jungle, my teeth chattered in cold but very hot emotions of wondering how luck could have left me so alone, i squat to the feeling of nothingness like a stone falling from a distant heart and narrowly escaped with my life at heart tried to suppress my memories at heart and my blood runs in cold as i recollect a sudden cry over my shoulder at once i looked at my eyes again; at once and spoke timidly to my person's eyes how hard it were without surprise of any emotional upheaval to rise as the wind blew into every crack of mine and soaked my person to the skin one time as i looked straight into my eyes i could see how the grass and flowers sprout and spring in intimacy but pain within for all i had were all lost between and gone again like the tiny little butterflies on my mind that covered all my thoughts to the end with misery written all over my face and looked a sorry sight on my face i could barely see myself and still looked blindly at my eyes at last, and rested opn17112012/1315 extract from: 'the blind fear in my eyes' source: 'the mind and the science of life' book no.13 of 2012 (c) nov.2012 opncompanies.bw@gmail.com follow link: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-fear-in-my-eyes/