I was looking around and I found a book of poems I had written a long time ago so I figured while thumbing through them that I would post a few to see what you guys think, let me know…
In Your Eyes.
as I look in your eyes.
What I see I fear;
it is my worst nightmare come true.
People in black
crying over an open casket;
the person inside dressed in flowing white, I know her.
it’s so familiar
I can almost tell who it is…
Looking around, no sign of her name anywhere,
it’s not even a name whispered under someone’s breath.
Circling the room in a panic asking everyone screaming at the top of my lungs “Who is she?!”
But to them, it’s like I’m not even there.
Returning to the casket,
I look down,
the name still dancing on the tip of my tongue
waiting to leap off and take flight.
I gasp in horror as I realize;
that the girl in the casket,
the girl dressed in white,
the girl who’s name isn’t even whispered,
she is me, I am her.
I no longer want to look in your eyes.