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Glass Eyes

I have seen many things,
With these old glass eyes of mine,
I have heard many a thing,
With these old bent walls of mine,
I have sheltered many a soul,
With this old sad roof of mine,
I have sung many different songs,
With these old wood bones of mine,
I have lit many a night,
With these old dirty lights of mine,
I have seen many things,
With these old glass eyes of mine.

These eyes which crack in the corners,
Which cry when the frosts melt,
Their intricate art,
Lost for all time,
Which rattle when the winds blow especially strong,
Which try,
In vain,
To keep the ever closer sounds of a new world,
From passing in,
To disturb the little souls I guard,
I have seen many things,
With these old glass eyes of mine.





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BlackMoonWhiteSky This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 7, 2010 at 1:21 pm
Well, thank you very much.
 
Kay4theRoses said...
Dec. 27, 2009 at 8:50 am
i love how you wrote about the house without actually calling it by name.
 
Raindance-Now said...
Dec. 25, 2009 at 10:54 pm
This is very beautiful! Great use of imagery.
 
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