He was wearing
Sunglasses, those
Reflecting like mirrors
Eyes hidden inside
All I could see
Was double of myself
I had no idea
What was on his mind
He could read me
Like a poster on the wall
I felt a wee bit
Disturbed.
An interesting piece. I also have always felt uncomfortable when not being able to see the eyes of others. A nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This would disturb me also. For it is so valuable to talk to some ones eyes.