Open Wound

My eyes
they are the window
to my very soul

And I always wondered
what they said
about me
about my actions?

Am I kind?
or am I
the monster
I see in the mirror
every morning?

Is my soul
a thing of beauty?
Or is it tired
and bitter? 

Because the eyes
they can tell so much
everything if you look closely enough.

and so many emotions
betrayed by the eyes

A kindness emanates
from the lady of the lake
domination and rage
from the woman dressed in black

An open wound
asking to be sterilized.

Eyes can show you the world
if you know where to look.


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