"The Desolate Eye"
by BRJ1992
The Desolate Eye gazes at me
In my quiet hours.
Sometimes…
I want to meet its gaze.
It promises peace.
I hear tears.
My own?
Or someone else’s…
My mother’s…
Yours…
Or the tears of a child.
I watch the sky grow dark.
I turn off my light.
The eye closes.
It’s time to sleep now.
Poetry
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This is a nice poem! I love the message it is creating here. However, I want more. Add more story to your poem.
Yeah, I’m not 100% happy with it myself, to be honest with you. It is a little thin.