James Jarrett

Freshman - 601 Points (1963 / California)

Windows To The Soul - Poem by James Jarrett

I realized one day
That my eyes had become hard
My gaze, frosted granite
Hard, like the look of men
Who have seen too much
Killed too much
Been through too much
Just a stare
That says it all
Ice behind the eyes
Purposeful and intent
I see the surprise in peoples eyes
When they meet mine
And look hurriedly away
Or ask if everything is alright
They know the look
And now it even shows in the mirror
And my war
Hasn't even started yet

Topic(s) of this poem: war

Comments about Windows To The Soul by James Jarrett

  • (6/19/2014 9:10:00 AM)

    And my war hasn't even started yet. - very powerful James. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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