Continuous moments of reflection
Make the eyes tell a hidden tale
Of countless days and endless nights
Hurt we often try to hide, but seems we often fail
Troubled past attracts troubled future
Draws like a magnet the curious ones
Seems on sight my eyes bring questions
Always opening with “where are you from?"
My response is always the same
“You really don’t want to know
“For I’m from a place of misery and pain"
"And from the looks of your face you’ve never been there,
Nor do you want to go”
Often words are written with feeling
Others emulate this place of which I speak
Sometimes-through time and healing
They are given relief they seek
Yet others are sometimes resolved to fact
That fate is determined by powers above the skies
Like me, they see the curious ones they attract
Like me, they see the pain, when they look into... the mirrors eyes
Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks
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