WINDOW TO THE SOUL
Once sparkling orbs,
Now showing pain,
Avoided despair,
And clouded misery,
Reflecting a dark past.
Hidden to all,
A child in their depths,
Begging for escape.
And over whelming sadness,
Yet,
Not defeated.
The fire lives within them,
And refuses to be destroyed.
The eyes truly are,
A window to the soul.
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Ireally hope you like it. It's my first published poem so please be kind.
R&R
Missie Kittie