The eyes, confined

by EoB   Mar 8, 2008


How my eyes now long to witness,
how the breeze can stir the dust,
in this room I never opened,
to your world of painted rust.

How the faintest glimpse of sunlight,
makes their hopes ascend anew,
given nothing but the presence,
of a shadow in my view.

How content they would surrender,
where the daylight wars with night,
on a vast enflamed horizon,
to the rich and trembling light.

How they gladly would betray me,
one whom wrongly has confined,
and enslaved them in the service,
of a vain and sightless mind.

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  • 12 years ago

    by SashaMirage

    That was written very professionaly.

  • 12 years ago

    by Eliza

    Its very good, although i dont understand completly the subject.

    your very well versed.

    keep up the good work =]

  • 12 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Powerful and beautifully penned. The imagery is excellent and the flow is impeccable!

    ^How content they would surrender,
    where the daylight wars with night,
    on a vast enflamed horizon,
    to the rich and fiery light.^

    Great word choice and no forced rhyming.
    ~~~BRAVO~~~

  • 12 years ago

    by Sarah

    This poem is amazing. It's very well written with a great use of words...I love it, keep it up 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Cindy

    EOB
    What a excellent piece you have penned. The imagery and word choices are awesome. The flow great.

    "How the faintest glimpse of sunlight,
    makes their hopes ascend anew,
    given nothing but the presence,
    of a shadow in my view."

    The emotions captured in your words really reach out and touch the readers heart.
    ~Bravo~
    Take Care Cindy