Black Onyx Eyes

Tristan Robert Lange

Tears fall like Franklinite
From my black onyx eyes;
Little specks of hopelessness
Falling en masse to the abyss.
 
The mines run deep,
Their shafts are filled
With murky, deadly waters
Rising with the rain.
 
The tonnage of my eyes
Is crushing my soul
Like a gem smashed beneath
A pickaxe and an anvil.
 
My vision is dimmed, dazed
By the gloom of my eyes.
I am trapped in the tunnels
Of this melancholic mine.
 

© 2017 Tristan Robert Lange, updated 2024. All rights reserved.

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  • orchidee

    Hope you can find the way through the tunnel soon if this is a personal experience for you at this time 🙂

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Thank you. This is an older poem that I sat down to revise last night. So thankfully, I am currently clear of this mine shaft, though I certainly know the location of its entrance! Staying clear. Thanks for reading, engaging, and caring! ❤️



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