Into you I glare with eyes wide open
Colors fade and shadows fall behind
Weathered and aged passed expiration
Hope flickers but pain remains, resting behind tired eyes
Blink once, then twice, then close them hard
Avoiding truth, a reality that has seen better days
Recalling what was once a flower in bloom
Now in its place a wilted weed
Into you I glare with eyes half-open
Color has gone, shadows fall behind
Who are you looking back at me?
With sad eyes and haunting past
I do not recognize you
Blink once, then rub the eyes
In hopes the illusion will fade
Leaving the wilted weed behind
Showing only the once young flower within
Into you I glare with determination
Colors? This time a rainbow shines behind
Not weathered, dignified. Not wilted, just at rest
Still blooming inside, I have not died, just changed my form
I see you glaring back at me what once was there for all to see
I’ve been with you through it all you see, for you are me.
Posted on January 16, 2013, in Book Reviews, My Two Cents, Short Stories and tagged Aging, Beauty, colors fade, growing old, hope flickers, Poetry, Reflection, sad eyes, tired eyes. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.