Have you ever noticed
The most broken
Have beaten down eyes?
From the clear blue iris
Marred with shreds of ice
To the green hazel of compromise
Unclear where they truly reside
Ending with the canyons of brown
Muddled with pain unresolved
All three have a different shape
All use a different amount of tears
But all have a pained voice in their expressions
One is screaming for change
Yet still has reluctance about the future
The next wants to negotiate a better life
Yet can't realize the true here and now
The last throws punches for logic
However is frequently haunted by the past
Each shout makes the voice hoarse
Each conversation makes the brain dull
Each blow fatigues muscle and bone
What happens to these beaten down eyes?
Can they find new ones?
Could contacts correct their errors?
Will the tissue just disintegrate?
Are the nerves growing numb and cold?
Shall they just burst out of their sockets?
Haven't they technically already?
Now you can see
The shattered three
Standing side by side
Searching for a way to restore their beaten down eyes
YOU ARE READING
Beaten Down Eyes
PoetryA Poem Any of these eyes seem familiar? We all face hardship, the real difference comes from how we handle it.
