Disconnected from myself
Attached to me draped like a cloak
Sharp, piercing daggers of anger consume me
A mirror's reflection reveals something that I do not recognize
My soul, heart and mind warring
Waging combat right here in the space
That peace used to know
Bitterness that won't let go
Or is it that I choose to hold? I don't know
Confused are the eyes that stare strangely at me
A familiar stranger? I am to myself
How can that be?
My cries for help come pouring forth with
Silent, muted screams
I pray to be heard, but no one is listening so it seems
My direction is all but lost
My lungs sting with rage
I can't hold it in because it burns
Disconnected
Where do I turn?...
I started this blog because I am profoundly amazed by the things that the eyes can say and tell. The things that I have seen in simplicity have a story. The complicated have a story. Everyone's eyes have a story. What is your story? Submit your "Eyes Tell Stories" pictures to me and a story and I will post it! myeyessay@gmail.com
Showing posts with label Total frustration. Show all posts
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Monday, April 27, 2009
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