in his eyes, I see my world
battle laden, he's battle-scarred
his irises scatter like pieces of glass
shattered, broken is his heart
in his eyes, I see my world
heavy with liquid, he blinks them away
his cornea's as white as a baby's own
innocent, afraid to be hurt once more
in his eyes, I see my world
dark as an umbra, he holds no hope
his pupil's as bleak as a shadow
jaded, he's cold like a statue
in his eyes, I see my world
barren, yet something grows
his lashes flutter, and I see gold
my world fill with rays of hope
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
