I see a girl I don't recognize
She has my eyes
But surely the face isn't mine.
It's smooth, young, and blushing
With life, and lies crouching inside
But the eyes!
They hide nothing.
Like shuttered panes, they once
Trapped me inside of myself;
Now they let in too much light.
It shatters on their lenses and
Falls back to Earth
In a thousand blind crystal balls.
The youth too is a sham,
Masking too many years of years.
That life is an outright lie;
It's just pain on life-support.
I don't care to see her anymore!
She's an old photo, a memento from before.
I'll hang a black veil to hide her face,
To show some respect to the girl inside,
And to symbolize also, that she has died.
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