Broken Eyes Poem by Alyssa Diane

Broken Eyes



Death makes everyday another risk,
Life is just another rewound disk,
The mountains that we climb,
The times that we’ve cried,
It all comes together like day verses night,
The times the visions all grow white,
The pain that happens when the person cries,
And I’ll be sitting here bored out of my mind,
Living my life with broken eyes.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: cry
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