Invisible eyes
Staring with blank expressions
Upon the innocent light
Thoughts running through
The tormented, shattered soul
And now, the movement
I try to rise from my place of thought
I try to speak out loud
I try to do something, anything
But she stops me
She holds me with her bare eyes
They stare at me, they hold me
The light is becoming dim
And than comes blackness
White pure blackness
It says it all
I have no more soul to search
No more soul to keep
Her eyes stare blankly
At the blinking screen
She says nothing
But the silence says it all
What she is thinking
Feeling
Seing in front of her
Horrible pictures
Infront of her eyes
And the only comfort
Is hope
Still, she has hope
She can hope for a better future
For us.
She is well aware of
Her up coming departure from her
World, but she embraces her faith
With acceptance.
And fear.
Lots of fear.
His eyes stare
At the metal string
Which was once gray
And now is black.
How ironic.
Just like his life
Which was once boring
And gray, with happiness
That comes from leading a normal life
Being normal.
From not realizing
How much pain and suffering
Can some one endure.
And even though
He isn't corrupted
He feels pain.
More pain than can be considered.
And now his life,
Just like his guiar strings,
Is black, and rusty.
He can replace his guitar strings,
He cannot replace his life.
His eyes stare
Concentrating on the steering wheel
In front of him.
He tries to watch the road,
The night devours him.
Embraces him
He thinks, I have
Nothing more to live for.
And than he remembers.
The little, shattered, lonesome soul,
That sits alone
In a room full of people.
And he realizes that,
Even though he is not happy
He needs to live.
He is not alone.
The thought of someone depending on him shatters him.
He was not ready for this
Thought.
His eyes stare blankly at
The little boy in front of him.
He runs his hands through his hair
He kisses him gently upon his cheek.
The child puts his head upon his chest and hugs him
He feels so happy and yet
So guilty.
I have a family
A son who loves me very much
That needs and adores me.
A wife that loves me and looks up to me.
A family which I love.
But, I am not complete.
That thing that I love more than
Everything in the world, the person
I have depended on and who has
Always been there for me, is about to
Go away, on a journey with no end
And no purpose.
With no knowledge of the path.
So he thinks, this can't be.
She will be here forever.
His eyes stare
Not seeing anything in front of him.
People are speaking around him
In a language he knows so well
But not his own.
Everyday, as he awakes
He thinks about the life
He left behind.
The country he left behind.
The empty life he lives now.
He wants to go back, but he cannot.
He has strings attached.
He has a job, kids, home, friends, a wife.
But nothing seems to make him happy.
He needs to be there, but he can't.
And he won't.
She smiles gently
She holds his hand,
She looks deep, deep
Into his eyes. and she is happy.
He is the only one that can make her laugh
That can make her happy.
But he is mad at her
He screams at her constantly
Which makes her very sad and hurting.
He can't help it.
He is mad
She is not who he knew
He misses her
And now she's not herself.
And he's mad
And now, the moment has come.
The end is near.
And there's nobody there.
All alone.
And she can't help thinking ''how ironic''.
Alone.