Your eyes captured me,
wanted me - You were blinded
by my beauty and wanton…
selling your soul for a
night in my arms
laying your secrets at my feet…
Surely you were blind, not seeing
my betrayal until it was too late?
your eyes cut out and fed to the crows…
the crows seeing me with your eyes,
knowing...
laughing at your blindness before
and your blindness now
You cannot see me, Samson
You cannot love me or
forgive me…
but my image
still lingers in the hollow
broken windows
that lead to your soul.
Hello poet friend and WOW what a great poem and imagery. Great work, LC
I can see Neiman Your poetic talent is more than any one.Excellent imagery.good poem
i love the second stanza of this verse, vivid imagery coupled with an astute use of punctuation. i'm looking forward to reading more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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