Tunnels....For Karen Poem by r james sterzinger

a girl i knew once said
'you have beady brown
bedroom eyes.'
she made me smile.

we made grand love
we became slaves
we chained ourselves
to each other
we became mad, spent
we exhausted the days

she's dead now

now my eyes are tunnels
they receive no light
they only reflect the darkness
the days are what they are now
without pattern, without shape
bending toward eternity
like shafts of light
through winter trees

but my eyes remain
as they are impervious
to the light
i only see in shades of gray
now