Eyes

The eyes keep their burning stares as I sweep them away from the sight,

They stain the floor tiles with tears of their pathetic cries.

And even though those were my tears to shed,

I can never bring myself to speak up and hate

I never sweep the eyes too far, just move them to another room

For them to watch me in my every move

To when I hug my mother or cut my own hair in the bathroom

They are as familiar as my pupils, but from whom?

Eyes know the words that I would never dare to say,

And they’ve seen the emotions I couldn’t manage to bottle

At my worst, they were looking in the worst way

Though I didn’t break many times, just a couple

At the graveyard, your arms and the sunset skies

They are always there, even when I close my own eyes

As if they are almost as familiar as mine

I’m honestly losing my hope about them passing away with time.

Derin Aktolga