Comments about poem hunter13
These eyes of mine are sometimes dark,
Yet sometimes bright and filled with life.
So to these words you should hark,
Or become a wretch, riddled with strife.
You cannot hide your pain from me,
The eyes show me it all.
For I know what others cannot see,
And it is I that will give the clarion call.
This body cannot be made to kneel or bow,
Against my sole will to do so.
Live not in the past, but the here and now,
And hang your head not low.
You can hide all day behind a mask,
Yet not even a mask can hide your eyes.
Forever the illusion cannot ...