If you've ever stopped and stared,
Into the eyes of another.
You often find you can tell,
What exactly is their plunder.
I often glance beyond the stars,
In these moments I get lost.
In the eyes of the human,
Sitting right in front of me.
Your name is whispered,
The voices silent.
I reach out to you,
Your smile so vibrant.
I pretend I really know you,
That the photo graphs will last.
Memories of shattered halls,
Exposed like an epitaph.
The grave it sits there all alone,
Crumbling in cobblestone.
Your name is etched into its plaque,
My heart bursts with pain as I turn back.
Sit alone in a room of photos,
Whisper your name again.
These walls of sorrow,
Will make me whole till the end.
YOU ARE READING
Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
