I suppose everyone’s got their own (hopefully not so tragic) tales to tell [poem]

Behind The Mask

These are the eyes
Of a child, a father, a mother.
These eyes have lost sight.
Of auntie’s, uncle’s and brother’s.

These eyes bare witness, to the extent of fear.
Throughout the years. A stronghold of tears.

Look into these eyes. Look if you dare.
See how two mirrors, give you a stare?
A stare so scarce they’ll give you a scare?

Can you look beyond these glass-like balls?
The desperate child who screams and falls.
The frail old man up against the wall.
The childless mother, still standing tall.

Have you gazed into someone’s eyes, as the drama
unf o   l      d        s      ?
Etched deep within the holes, a thousand stories untold…
Have you gazed into someone’s eyes? As your body turns cold?
As you’re taken through the journey, of a long lost soul
Memories rush back, no longer on. 
Hold.
A lifetime of struggle, previously unknown…

You can search for a story and then drown in seas
Like looking for an answer in a room full of keys

But no question’s need asked. No words said.
For the answers are all there. Bloodshot and Red.
Restless. Trapped. Encaged in the head.

And although most, will never be seen
Behind every pair. From black to green:

A story lays dormant. Patient and keen.

By Daanyaal

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One thought on “I suppose everyone’s got their own (hopefully not so tragic) tales to tell [poem]

  1. Awesome, you’re talented, keep it up

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