All Eyes – Poetry

 

All Eyes

By J. A. Weymouth

 

All eyes are broken glass,

Fractured away from a whole,

Expression imprinted loss,

Nothingness – a black hole.

 

Tears are but a ripple,

Wavering across that loner pond,

Mirroring life as nothing but a cripple,

Despair dares not respond.

 

Loss breeds the need,

The need to see greater impressions,

Of souls born to be greedy,

For the better to question.

 

Left to shudder the anticipation,

Of crumbling sorrow,

Leaves us with the sensation

Of nothing.  Nothing for tomorrow.