when i was
younger
my eyes
were full of hope
and they gleamed
and looked so full of wonder
and such a
love of life
despite living
under a cracked roof
now they are
dull and empty
much like myself
do not let
the love of life
and wonder
and curiosity
escape the eyes
of my sisters
let them be children
let them learn
let them make mistakes
let them be children
do not rob them
of the childhood they deserve
do not rob them
of the livelihood they are meant to have
don't let them turn
into what i have
become
just another
hollow being
catching water
from the roof
drip
-n.c
