Ice-Cold Eyes (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A hostile and vitriolic atmosphere where
whatever is said is rejected with complete
and utter rancour – every opinion refuted,
dark suspicion, hatred and bitterness seek
eager company together

All optimism, expressions of benevolence
and uplifting interpretations evoke odium
of ice-cold eyes – sorry, I cannot agree to
such dour camaraderie, my dream-time
space is always sweet

I base my life on knowledge that human
consciousness changes what it sees while
it is changed by what is seen, I have tried
to keep my eyes focused only on things
that will fill me with hope

Things that create a world of love – while
I respect your right to be angry and bitter
with life, to dislike me immensely, it allows
my eyes to turn away to my thoughts and
rediscover special books

listen to music that energises my soul
with new melodies…