PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see,

Is it pain, torment, guilt, or grief?

Maybe it’s love, hope, desire, or faith,

Or maybe you see the beginning of a mind that is great.

Can you see into my soul or tell me what I’m thinking,

What would happen to your visions if I suddenly started blinking?

Maybe you see my insecurities that would eat most people alive,

Or maybe you can see my fears as I stare back into your eyes.

Maybe you see nothing, just an empty bottomless pit,

Or maybe you see your own insecurities, fears, and regrets.

You see all of the things that you have hidden from your entire Life,

You see it from the beginning and realize you can’t escape this fight.

You are staring all the things you have ran from directly in the face,

You start questioning your own sanity because things shouldn’t be this way.

How could this be possible that you have gone through this regression,

You’ve been looking into your own eyes, in a mirror, you’ve been staring at your

reflection.















Michael C. Lucas