Dry Eyes

by Truest Lies   Jan 29, 2006


With large, green eyes as dry as paper,
She looks at the people,
Her soul cracking as she wonders,
Why do they hate her?
Every word,
It seems,
Was made just to sting her,
Every action, simply there to hurt her.

Like dry rose petals she sees that she is but an ornament,
Already ruined as a plant,
She cannot live,
Or climb,
But sit in a glass dish,
A thing of aromatic unimportance.

Her smile has long dried and peeled off,
Like the mask that it is,
And now all can see that her eyes are still dry,
But she is forever anticipating the moment when she can break down and cry.

But of course,
They are all still watching her,
Looking into her eyes,
And they can see that her soul is cracking,
But her eyes are as dry as paper,
Despite the pain.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Bridgette

    Wow this is really good. It's very sad also. But the flow was good & It really helped to bring out the emotions. Great job on this! 5/5**

  • 18 years ago

    by Emily parsons

    Really anjoyed reading this
    I can understand and relate in some way
    well done 5/5
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  • 18 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

    This is interesting.First, I love the emotion you have captured-so full of sadness, alienation, you express it so strongly and we have all felt this at some time in our lives.Though the rhyme scheme is a bit patchy, as a whole the flow of the peice isn't bad(I like the half rhyme of 'paper' and 'hate her' in the first stanza-that's excellent and unexpected).The images you use are good.It could use a bit of tightening up here and there, the last stanza in particular seems to need something....But for the pure emotional content, imagery, and what you are conveying to the reader, I have to give it a5.You write well beyond your years.This is quite touching.

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