Glass Eyes
Glass Eyes
Glass eyes
That see the world
Through blurred vision
Glass eyes
That sees hope
But don't know how to reach
Glass eyes
That you can see straight
To the soul
Eyes that feel pain
Eyes that show
Give me mercy
Glass eyes
That says let me free
And let me be
Break the fog that's
Been blinding me
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| May it be | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Humans | 0 | 10/10/2009 |
| Twisted | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Lost | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
| Weeping Willow | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Glass Eyes | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| The Lighthouse | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| God's Mercy | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Mother/Child | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Forget Me Not | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| The Face | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| ME | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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