In The Eyes Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

In The Eyes



It always starts in the eyes.
Pain rises from the depths
swells over the rim in a flood;
and follows the destined path
of a contorted agony.
It rolls over cheeks
through helpless hands
drips from trembling chin;
each tear from aching heart
a memory... saying goodbye.

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