Weary Eyes
Sometimes when THEY look at me
Laughing at what may become of what to see
Aging gentle person becoming sicker and pale
dying of loneliness because he is imprisoned
in this cold iron jail
Writing on the wall,a page from a diary I recall
describing the fears and tears in kaleidoscope words
How he shamed the people all around
Pathetic little phrases in a most pessimistic sound
Do they not see ,that I am an individual ,born out of another tree
Bloom and well groomed to say what is truly in me
These eyes are weary,though..
pain and despair that runs so far beside
Emotions of depth and anger that cannot hide
Leave me alone for I am returning home
escape the bitter lies
grown accustomed and pail to these wretched weary eyes
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