If her eyes were
a street,
they would be a
dead end.
There wouldn't be
a sign.
And if I drove
into them,
all the promising
landscape
and stunning scenery
would come to
an abrupt stop.
Such lies...
Those
dead-end eyes.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 10th, 2024 21:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
Comments6
Tell me about it.That's why I live alone.No women's eyes here.Great poem
Thank you, David.
Dear Thomas, your metaphor is off the charts with this one, I know a few with empty eyes, maybe sometimes the soul just gives up and leaves. Brilliant and so inspiring. š¹
Thank you, Teddy. I appreciate that.
Good write Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Now I've not run up a dead-end reading this fine poem! heehee.
Lol.
I have seen eyes like that before. Dead end eyes often lead to a dead end relationship. A most clever write,
Thank you. I appreciate the comment.
There is no point of return, in that dead endā¦ so watch out and turn with caution. Cool write, as always Thomasā¦
Thank you so much.
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