eye
used them to see
now just for knowing
everything is soft and grey
sleep building on the eyelids
if they close
there is no waking up
eyes used for seeing love
now devoid of even life
staring into them now is just
staring into a blank night
gateway to dreams
yet they spilled away
left with fogginess
eye scrambling in disarray
these eyes saw it all
color dripped from them
last time they balled
these eyes have no emotion
last thing they see
is them closing
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Kevin's Book of Poems
PoetryI've been writing poem for a while now as a way to expresses myself and after many months of showing my poem to my friends most if not all have said to share them with the world so my goal is to do just that im new to this whole sharing my content...
