Tired Eyes
#1 of Poetry
Just something i wrote a long time ago.
The Sun breaks upon a pale face
With long and tired eyes.
Light but dark, much like a marsh
It is often wet, seldom dry
A husk foes rise from its guard
In darkened cloth it is garbed
With a forward lurch, it starts it's search.
To try and dry its tired eyes
As Sun sets, and shadows rise
Hands on chest it shall pry
Remembering now, something lost
To renew again would have its cost
A loving face greets the sky
And it does kiss so tired eyes
Now stiff from head to feet
Nightmarish dreams come with sleep
Until again the sun will rise
And open once more, so tired eyes