Cris Valery


The Blue Orbs - Poem by Cris Valery

So I bow down, my head's too heavy
My eyes search for a place to rest,
They meet those blue orbs, staring
Right back at me, mocking my insecurity.

Then I look upon my hands, scarlet red they were,
Red streaked with blue orbs tears
Too strong to cry when alive
No life to cry, now they stare
Right back at me, mocking my insecurity

I looked at my side, the gun still lie
The pretty scarlet red glistening,
In the crepuscular light of the sun,
And I stare one last time in those blue orbs, they stare right back at me,
Mocking my insecurity.

I have shrivelled, let the blue orbs have relief
I have lessened their pain,
And took it in my head.
Baby blue, it's all on me.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013


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