Open Poetry #21 |
The Kindest Eyes |
Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
To live my life is a gift To live in my skin in my mind A gift from the pits of hell Needing this black magic Running through my veins As not to feel the day to day Pain of my own shameful existence Distaistfull looks I do draw Or invisable as if I were a disease Contagous if viewed The assumptions of me Being uneducated or uncouth No longer hurt for I am Passive in my mind of My state of affairs The brick wall behind me feels comforting as I zone out on the yelling Being directed at me by the Store keeper it belongs too Soon they will come Soon I will be put away No longer needing to see All, with the eyes I've been Cursed with, long since given Up on speech,Had nothing left Nothing left to say when they Took my family away Will not fight anymore For it matters not I'm a pawn in some sick game of the Gods The white padded room Funny in its own sick way My dark world the contrast As I flop around in here like a dieng fish Not a sound escapes from me nor do I hear others Sometimes I see The kindest eyes I can't focus on Who they belong too But they haunt me Reminding me of humanity Of being human once So long ago I almost forgot, wanting still the freedom of forgetfullness But I can hear.... An internal noise A voice like my mother A memory You are strong child of mine The world is full of pain My gift to you is life And A gift it is If you manage it And don't let it manage you Oh momma I have failed, Were my thoughts as tears streamed down my face There were those eyes The voice behind them You will heal now For those are magic tears They will not stop Until the pain is gone And the healing complete I heard my voice for The first time in years Saying "Thank You" In the saying releasing All of my years of pain And fear The memories seem as close as yesterday I choose not to forget Not now , Not ever And in that choice Is freedom to view allowing others also to view my soul The freedom to manage life And to have some say " You have the kindest eyes" And others "Thank You" [This message has been edited by Zinsser (06-17-2002 12:31 PM).] |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
The freedom to view others with a kind eye? Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very good poem here. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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