Two pupils of black
Stare into my soul
And I shouldn’t stare back
But it’s much too late, now
You see, they’ve been watching
Ever since that dreadful day, I
Left my family for the world
Under a turning, revolving sky
What wonders ill the brain
Into believing foolish thing
But this bird is the devil, as
It brings me devilish things!
No rest has been acquired
By me, or by it
I’ll play, hide, shower, eat
I’ll just watch and sit
But never will it ever blink
And so, I do the same
I find myself prisoner
In this ludicrous birds game
“Let’s go, old friend,” it said to me
Together, we flew down the path
He took me inside his rusted gate
A view of a chaotic aftermath
Two pupils of black
Stare into my soul
And I shouldn’t stare back
But it’s much too late, now
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Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2019 00:53
- Comment from author about the poem: This one is fairly new. I enjoyed writing this one, thinking of other poems, and feeding their creativity into a poem of my own... It was quite the dream I had, this was the best I could do putting it in to words. I hope you enjoy reading it.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
You enjoyed writing this fairly new poem and I certainly fairly enough loved to read these lines. Great work on the rememberance of your dreams...
Thank you so much, Kevin. I'm glad you enjoyed it 🙂
You're very welcome, my friend...
A fine write Tom.
Thank you for reading it, orchidee, I'm glad you liked it 🙂
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