Pale Eyes - Poem & Prose |
Pale Eyes {The Poem} She lies here cold and lifeless Within a moment embracing the dark The worst part of fear is finding out it's real Truth inside pale eyes Put in place Tucked away neatly with the memories I keep Her broken wing shivers Fractured by existence Unable to concede ego Self hate finds a bitter end Eulogized in my heart Etched in my mind She wants to live not just survive Perched on my branch An ornament to view This is mine forever The truth inside pale eyes Pale Eyes {The Prose} "I wanna live not just survive." That's the last thing I heard before the phone hit the floor. Was this really a cry for help? Does the monotony of self hate taste less bitter when it flows from sweet lips? "She overdosed last night." I wake to the call in the morning, her mother was hysterical. "What did I do to make this happen," she asks. Funny? I was wondering that as well, though I don't say it. Meghan was a good girl, but even good girls can't chase a bottle of advil with a bottle of vodka and live to tell about it. If only I had known the darkness hidden behind pale eyes. Who could know? Now there is only empty here. This is where she lay dying, wringing her insides out. To escape some fear that was given too much thought. I only have blame but it's not my own. There was some hidden truth behind pale eyes. If only a fleeting truth. If only a lie. She wants to live not just survive. |