I wrote this when I began to doubt everything I was told as a child


Eyes are not the same

I start to feel
my eyes are not the same
the clouds are dark
I wish you were here

the ashes are black
the sun is faded
my heart is cold
I am full of fear

everything has gone down
deep into the sea
I am afraid of fading away

I see the child of my soul
that lingering hope
is not real

the bastion of light
succombs to the evils of night
the one truth I once held so high
was nothing more than a lie

my eyes are not the same



Poetry by -dustin-
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Written on 2009-08-27 at 20:45

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
The betrayals felt through the complex system that has evolved from the need for the human race to survive are indeed painful; many of us have felt this, in fact very few have not.

It is our role as individuals to seek the truth through the confusion, and then somehow affect an end to the cycle of madness - which in most cases, is sadly still seen as quite normal and acceptable.

Blessings on your path, and thanks for sharing your thoughts; they are very real and quite relative to many a personal experience.
2009-08-27