Windows Of Eyes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring out at life from the windows of my eyes.
Penetrating the past stowed away in the back of my mind, turning my back on the incessant hurt piercing my heart like an arrow.
Sent straight and left quivering it's way into every thought.
Missing all meaning without caring or knowing why.
Left to wander, dying on the vine of life, no one passes by.
Staring out at life from once upon a time - the windows of my unseeing eyes.