Open Eyes

The eyes are the windows,
Open demons damning
The quiet heart with looks
That could tell fears and feigns apart;
One can listen to the lies,
But lashes long and shielding
Cannot prevent the truth 
From escaping wide and tired eyes. 
Reflection is a wounded beast
With scars that mar 
And thoughts of doubt 
That never cease;
A mirrored image is a strange one
Indeed, for its distorted form
Causes ill-conceived ideas to swarm
In the heat of a summer’s sun.
Torture are the sunlit rays
Upon my clouded, weary gaze;
The bright light steals my sight
From beginning to end of day. 
Taken captive by silhouettes 
And shadows all around me,
Light and color fade away into nothing,
Yet somehow I still can see;
Blindness creates not a black void
But covers what is already there,
The burning flames from a blue sky
Urging my eyes to wither and tear
And sink into a grand abyss,
One where only darkness treads.
The corners corrode carelessly
All because of the sun’s fateful kiss;
It knows not why I should shrink,
Why I should fear to often blink-
Why I should fear never seeing 
More than dancing shadows again. 
I hide myself, surround myself
With the most beautiful things to see;
It is a relief, an escape from the total
Darkness I cannot seem to flee-
Yet to my comfort I find
That I am only half-blind.

Reviews

[CreativeCookie]

I love this! It's deep and thought-provoking, absolutely amazing . Keep it up!
Love,
CreativeCookie

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you!

[Bluefire]

It speaks of fear of the dark and the thought that you should never see again. It makes you believe that you've lost your sight and than have see hope again at being only half blind.
It can relate to life to, saying that there's always a spec of hope no matter how small when the darkness seems suffocating.
It makes remember a time when I was little and I would always stare into the sun, believing that it would actually be kool to be blind. I never thought of what I'd miss though, and was later glad that the sun hadn't taken my sight because then I wouldn't be able to read and write! D:
Well, enough of my rambling.
Well done! ^^

[Sarah Marie]

I enjoyed your rambling :) and I am glad you could relate to this! I tried to keep it both literal and metaphorical-recently I learned I could have lost my eyesight without the medicine I am now taking, and that realization created this poem.

[Bluefire]

That's amazing. And I could see where it was Metaphorical in some parts and literal in others, like coming in and out of a dream.

[Echoes of Eros]

Dances in the darkness it seems... so powerfully moving, cutting, and honest. I've missed your writing Sarah.

[Sarah Marie]

I am glad this could move you. It is a joy to have you back!

[Echoes of Eros]

I truly do appreciate you and your writing. May your week bring you endless joy!

[Sarah Marie]

I hope you have a wonderful week as well.