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The kindest eyes
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The kindest eyes |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
My life to live is a gift Living in my skin In my mind A gift from the pits of hell Needing black magic Running through my veins Not to feel the day to day Pain of a shameful existence Distasteful looks I do draw Invisible as if I were a disease Contagious when viewed The assumptions of one Uneducated or uncouth speculating, misunderstood No longer hurting For I am passive In my hopeless thoughts Of my state of affairs The brick wall behind me Belonging to the store keeper Feels comforting I zone out on the yelling Directed at me Soon they will come To be put away No longer needing to see Life so clearly Through eyes so cursed Long since given Up on speech Nothing left to say After they Took my children away Will not fight anymore For it matters not I'm a pawn in some sick game of the Gods White padded room Funny in its sick way My dark world the contrast Flopping around in here Like a dieng fish Not a sound escapes From me in my torment Nor do I hear others Sometimes seeing The kindest eyes I can't focus on Who they belong too In moments of clarity They haunt me Reminding me of humanity Being human once So long ago I almost forgot Wanting still Freedom of forgetfulness But I can hear An internal noise Familiar, my mother? A memory? "You are strong child of mine The world is full of pain My gift to you is life A gift it is If you manage it And don't let it manage you" Oh momma I have failed Were thoughts as tears streamed down my face Hopeless, helpless pain Wishing for the grim reaper Instead, those eyes The voice behind them Saying "You will heal now Those are magic tears They will not stop Until the pain is gone The healing complete" I heard my voice First time in years Saying "Thank You" Releasing Years of pain And fears Memories seem like Yesterday choosing not to forget Not now , Not ever That choice Gives freedom to view Allowing others also to View my soul The freedom to managelife Grateful and Humbling Having even one say " You have the kindest eyes" Or "Thank You" |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Thank you for sharing your poem... very healing. Ms. E |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
The pain and confusion was evident in this piece. The way it was paced and the thoughts scattered. I am very happy to see it settle in the end with some hope. I really enjoyed this, thank you. "You have kind eyes" |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
I believe that writing is an excellent way to heal from pain buried very deeply...your thoughts touched me...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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