Dec 28, 2017
Day 5: A Poem.
Eyes that sparkle a bright grassy green
Do not always tell the tales they’ve seen.
From bright sunny days
To cold winter snow.
These eyes do not tell
The secrets they know.
They put on a mask,
They build up a wall,
For memories will flood
If the barriers fall.
Skin that looks fragile
Is calloused and cold.
This daily routine
Of self-protection is old.
But I cannot bear
To let someone in
And show them the shadows
And demons within.
So I sit alone
In my self-made hell
Until one day I ring
My beloved death’s bell.
