speakingout

Eyes telling the story of loves past, falling short of a time well spent. Drowsy n lonely, starving & dried out they speak of an over whelming event. Hurt has settled in forming a maze of frustration within the retinas colors. So confusing it would take years to straighten the re-arrangement from empty lovers. Pain leaks from swells of built up confusion lingering without reason. Closing, beads of warmth that have not a ounce of comfort stream down like a rainy season. Causing emotion to spread like a virus, drowning the pockets that hold the moment. Dialated eyes and blank details of the struggles are evident to the expressions passing movement. Twisted anger can be seen beneath the torture that hides the face of hatred. Windows to the inner world collide with the reality as if somehow related. Only closed lids shelter self from anyone knowing the anguish one has been put through. Hiding all that has left behind the mirrors that replay visions of defeat with no excuse. Turning in watching the memories bring forth the ability to feel every last tear falling. The shutters can not blink without visualizing all that has gone wrong with loves empty calming. Ruined n bloodshot the massive valve of being broke can not be dried anytime soon. Eyes speak without the permission of the beholder, dropping hints of self & accepting the demise of self’s doom.