Sad are the Eyes

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by youngter, Jan 8, 2011.

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  1. youngter

    youngter Member

    Sad are the eyes of the Mystic ones.
    Their smiles glow with tortured pain,
    They have no longing for life,
    Their essence stripped of all light,
    They want to die but you won’t let them,
    For now they suffer with eyes stained with tears of sorrow,
    They beg of you please let us go,
    After all we still love you,
    Sad are the eyes of the Mystic ones.
     
  2. Youth

    Youth Active Member

    I can definitely understand where you're coming from on this poem. The mystic one, like me, wants to be let go, but at the same time does indeed love the others. It's just a difficult dilemma. You also have some really poignant expressions like this one: "they suffer with eyes stained with tears of sorrow,"
    I like your poem. It is not heartfelt, but also very strong and well-written.
     
  3. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    I definitely get it...ergo my sig...and I do come from a long line of Hungarians...J
     
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