EYES

My heavy eyelids droop

Not with the promise of sweet slumber to come

But with the weight of lost hopes

Having reached their point of exhaustion.

My eyes water

Not with tears of joy or sorrow

But because of my blurry sight

Which lost the strength to focus, after constantly staring at the abyss

My lashes bat fervently

Not to attract a roving lover

But to keep out the dust and ashes

Of washed out dreams, of burnt lives

My eyes swim, trying to bolt in every direction at once

Not to feast on marvelous sights, each requiring equal attention

But to look away, or rather not to look at all

Having seen more than their fair share of enough

I cross a human skeleton

The empty eye sockets in the skull so inviting

Oh! To be engulfed in darkness forever