Beautiful Eyes
tortured, he…
imperceptible,
his screaming soul
into his private hell withdrawn
through window staring
seeing nothing
rope bruised a choker
round his neck
angry red
hemorrhaged eyes weep
failure at living...
and dying, it seems
so tired of here
tortured, she…
so tired of here
but here she is
for better or worse
she's made it through
faced each day new
more than once
a bright white light
lit her way
in days behind
perhaps ahead
but not today
she knows the pain he wears
like festering sores
beneath the gown
the body art
skin crawling with a thousand reasons to go
not one to stay
selfless caregiver, she
by healing, she heals
by caring, she finds new love to give
she touched - he turned
they talked when drugs
weren't burning up his brain
memories fled
of good and bad
right or wrong
she sees the good...the pure
the aching soul
each day she tells him her name
he never remembers
calls her...
"Beautiful Eyes..."
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Comments: 20 ( 1 removed by stephen berwaldt )
"like festering sores/beneath the gown/the body art/skin crawling with a thousand/reasons to go/not one to stay"
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