Promises, Promises

I can't bear to have you look into my eyes

For I know that if you did, 

You'd see it.

The "it" I try to cover up,

That tearing, churning, wrenching

Thing in me.

I feel it try and rip its way out.

(Funny thing is, I want it to.)

Eighteen years have come and gone

An eternity of imprisoned minutes.

Waste and uselessness.

I long for the freedom of truth,

The calm of existing without pretense 

But each day brings old pain. 

I look to the future

With two eyes.

One, full of hope 

The other, glazed with cynicism.

My view,

Dreaming of something

I know will never come.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

The tricky part is not allowing the cynical eye to eclipse the messages that the clear eye sends to the mind and the soul.

[daydreamer]

Good write. nice touchy piece of work:)

[Tenebrousoul]

Pretty good!

[IAmGhost120]

This is really great!! I like the viewpoint from two perspectives; great prose, by the way. It flows really well. Beautifully done!!

[Everett DeValle]

Beautifully heart wrenching poem.