They've gone again,

His eyes,

Looking back on his past pain.

They've gone.

His inner turmoil scrapes inside his skull.

Darkness, eternal darkness.

They've gone,

Forever.

I wrote this after reading a story called Stop The Sun. It's about a boy who worries about his father, whom is a veteran from Veitnam.

Just a short poem I wrote, because I don't like writing long ones.

Short poems= straight to the point. Long poems= shut the fuck up already.

Not that I'm saying long poems are bad.

Anyways, review? Please?