The Eyes Poem by Jett Franco

As I walk this lonely road
Under the snowy sun that burns
Seeing that old spirit so low
Head down and weak-
So weak I know.

An hour she waits
All men stop coming-
Yet coming more and more
Under her suit all in black
I saw the pain in her eyes

And then a sudden water is just falling.
I never ever know her at all
But within her aura, dry and poor
It makes me sobs more-
I wish she'll be at ease

I wish to talk to hear all inside
But can't even stare her eyes
Sorry it's a sure disguise
Never can I stop her cry.