Amelia Murray

Rookie - 0 Points (27 December 1995)

Blue Eyes - Poem by Amelia Murray

She stands by a frosted window.
Snow lays on her lover, Ground.
She's looking into a lighted room,
the warmth keeps the frost demons out.
A fake security to her.
Candles didn't help her.

She remembered Warmth,
she used to enjoy its company.
Now he's just an obstacle.

Snow flakes falling through her.
Days of shivering have long passed.
No more tears shed.
Not for her, not by her.
She too has become a memory.
False beliefs comforted them.

She is in light and darkness.

Wind sends sharp leaves through her
not a scratch made.
Never a scratch any more.

She remembered the taste of sweetness,
but now her tongue is dry.
She touched the glass,
but not a mark was left.
The small boy walked to the window,
he looked into the distance.

Millions of lights went on behind her.
The boy's parents came to the window.
A small space for a girl between them.

She slowly walked to the space,
the wall nothing but an illusion.

Warmth pushing at her,
strengthening its barricades.
She fought,
it was like an ocean throwing waves at her.
Willing her to stumble,
willing her to fall.

She would not give up.
She would not.

She reached the space,
but it had already been filled.

It was all she had left.

Big blue eye looked up at her.
She stumbled.
Warmth pushed her out.

She fell in the snow.
Leaving no indentations.

She laid outside in the cold.
Cold she shouldn't have been feeling.
Those eyes.
They were same blue eyes she had seen in the mirror
the same eyes she had looked into her whole life.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A Ghost's story

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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