Candlelit Memoirs Poem by Dani Miller

They say that your eyes are a window.
A Window to your soul; to all that is within.
But how come when I look into my own eyes,
I see a flooded spring; spewing out tear after tear?
My tears; They hurt.
They burn my face as they descend,
And leave my eyes with nothing.
Except for a blood-shot reputation.
So what will you see when you look into my eyes?
Nothing...At all.

Today everything came down hard.
The heavy burden of lonliness fell upon me.
It actually hurt; physically I felt pain.
Then it was gone...leaving a saddened after-math.
Confusion; my life.
Sitting here, writing by candle light...
I realize that nothing can cure this but you.
I can't picture me being with anyone else in this world.
Oh how I wish to hug you and never let go.
Wishes...I still have hope.
For you.

Written December 25th,2007