Les Yeux

December 4, 2011
By DeeDuarte SILVER, Cumberland, Rhode Island
DeeDuarte SILVER, Cumberland, Rhode Island
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The reflection I see myself in,
Has witnessed good and evil,
but is scarred by the triumph of sin.

It has hidden the torment of a day
Behind the colors,
Brown. Green. Blue. Gray.

It has been flooded with every sorrow
like an endless rain,
Trying to be what will be wanted tomorrow.

Blurred from the eternal pain,
Everything seems black and white
For there is nothing left to gain.

The reflection, oh, to take a pin and stick it in.
To the reflection I see myself in.

The author's comments:
My poem Les Yeux, which means the eyes in French, is about how the speaker is wishing that she can un-see all the bad she has done in life.

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