Thursday, November 21, 2013

Eyes


A hidden face remains silent and bitter, struggles to embrace the past.
A time race, day and night, to create a bright future that will shine and last.

Furies, restless hopes and fears run slaughtered and crashed.
Insolent dreams jump out reluctantly, strengthen and prevail fast.

A shoddy mouth smiles and flirts, speaks fake words and rotten stories.
The ears depart annoyed, need true love, sincere whispers, not glories.

Mistakes are terrified, run to escape, stumble upon unconsciousness’ dark end.
Angry mind grasp their scalp, drags them into the truth’s mud, make them repent.

Hunting passion, drunk for power, heart is eaten by carnivorous success and greed.
Sole companion an imaginary friend, paid to expand and share the poisonous feed.

Life is a beast, life is a bum; he cheats, he rapes, he steals and grows when fed with lies.
Can only break the spell and calm, if he dares to look in the mirror his proud eyes.


Did you look in the mirror?

I did.
I saw a mouth.
I couldn’t see the eyes. 
They were covered, protected by sunglasses. 
But ears approached.
Confessed that heard the mouth whispering one word.
Pride.

1 comment:

  1. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A BELIEVER THAT THE EYES ARE THE MIRROR OF YOUR SOUL. I AN AN ARMENIAN GYPSY.

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