One of them

eyes

looking into them
eyes that hold so much pain
looking and seeing nothing but a broken soul
seeing that everyone around has destroyed hope for those eyes
the color once so bright and vibrant
now dark and silent
many look but never see what's behind those eyes
the pain from others
the rejection from everyday life
no one knows the number of time those eyes have seen death
how many time those eyes have seen the knife pointed to it's chest
the nights crying in the dark screaming for help
yet to hear nothing
those eyes no one can forget
look through the glass and seeing your own eyes
by Ari Mendoza