I stand in front of a window
and stare into some eyes
Ones that seem alone and afraid
Like they’ve had too many cries
They look so sad
Like the happiness was washed out
and all that was left was dirt and the dark
In a never-ending drought
When they blink
It’s exhausting and slow
Like they’d rather keep them closed
And to another world they’d go
They were only somewhat open
Too tired to open wide
Like they were awake all night
And they cried and cried and cried
I fought to get through
But the glass was just to strong
I only wanted to comfort them
And tell them nothing’s wrong
I straightened up and looked through the window
To a wrecked and tired view
I looked into eyes that were lost
Drowning in a helpless blue
I blinked and kept eye contact
With the poor girl I could see
Starring into eyes that were trying to be strong
And realizing this girl, is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem