Painful Eyes Poem by Anish Chouhan

Closed curtains,
Burning eyes,
Life is field with hue and cries.
Sun set,
skies are dry,
smile has went, which i can't buy.
Air is warm,
light is dark,
I stare at my shadow on the chark.
Hollow sites,
Empty mirrors,
The life, which spoke in about to disappear.
Silent spells;
Unfeeling pain;
Now when I hear the sound of pouring rain.
Wound so green,
Lost passion,
These cuts are all that remain compassion.
My heart squeeze,
My breath token,
I slept with my eyes wide open.
Quietly i say,
Slowly discover,
Everything was in front but under the cover.
I was innocent,
I was weak,
And mistake I did, I didn't even speak.