Caught In Between Poetry and Prose

seeing, being barely there...
Sun Dec 20

Eyes

There he sits the silent one,
Eyes burnt red, with tears to come

He was eye, just eyes

Never thought there’d be this sight
Him sitting there, no words or spite

Just taking in the fact god took
His little girl, his whole world shook

To the little moments, he’d hold on tight
But short notice made his memory fight

No reasons left, no words to say
While in front of him, his baby lay

Gone. 16 years of eternal love
Cut short, no justice, no god above

There he lies, the silent one
Eyes closed shut, his fears undone

Once eyes, just eyes

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