POETRY
Black Onyx Eyes
Free verse reflections on the dark mines of the soul
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3 days ago
Tears fall like Franklinite
From my black onyx eyes;
Little specks of hopelessness
Falling en masse to the abyss.
The mines run deep,
Their shafts are filled
With murky, deadly waters
Rising with the rain.
The tonnage of my eyes
Is crushing my soul
Like a gem smashed beneath
A pickaxe and an anvil.
My vision is dimmed, dazed
By the gloom of my eyes.
I am trapped in the tunnels
Of this melancholic mine.
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