Lovely Eyes
in vacuous gaze
I know you do not hear it
I knew.
because your eyes would yield
contain embrace
forgive the watery stare
behold the weary
weep with solace
flow want as compassion
if you had found yourself
somewhere furrowed beside of it.
there is a hastened pace to anger
a faster pace to hate
and that of pain
is dependent on
the depth a knife was dug
and how.
incapable
of envisioning the blade
catching its sinister glint
focus aware of malefic tip enter
coldly into flesh
not wince
not flinch
lose your blank, your stomach at the
warm ribbon
flowing in crimson.
if pages dripped
and soaking in agony
can bring about
vacant
the heart as pebble skipped
across blooded pond
the head bothered
by the trudge thru unfamiliar
and wounded body.
pain looks to dance
partnered with vacuous gaze
only in grief.
such is sorrow
in all that is unrequited
misery in an absence
and hearts thrown to wolves.
you do not hear it.
you did not hear it
and
I knew.
©jef littlejohn 2017
