Those Eyes

         Those eyes, that dare to bare down into mine, like a window to my soul. Searching or possibly partitioning. What is the intent, shadowing behind that face? Trying to analyze my walls that I built ever so nicely.
As our eyes meet, I want to look away. But those eyes are like an unseen force, demanding further knowledge. The goal is to scrutinize, without a doubt! Will there be remorse or sudden disenchantment?



{Written on November of 2017}