The Eyes
Back Story: Amazing how life goes by so fast. It has been eight months since my first submission. And that is way too damn long without adding a new story.
This one is different. It's a poem. I never though of myself as a "Poet" and I really don't. But it just happened. Take a read and if you have one or two minutes add a comment about it so I can improve. I like hearing other people's thoughts.
Other then that more non poems will be coming soon. (In less then eight months. Promise). Enjoy the poem.
The Eyes
Beware the Eyes are watching.
Nothing escapes Them, Nothing!
Try to dodge Them, try it.
You know They won't buy it.
They are as bright as silver,
And as dark as granite.
But no matter what color They are,
They all stare like maniacs.
They see all that we are doing.
And Their expression is booing.
Even Big Brother runs to his mother,
For the Eyes give love to no other.
What love can there be?
Where we can be free?
How can we be lovers?
If the Eyes that watch us are our Mother's and Father's?
If We are to be free,
With whom We wish to be.
If the Eyes shine with hate that's bright,
Then Our love will shine, twice Their might!