Awake My Soul

My thoughts I wear like clothes.
Dull stares shield me,
Silence like a wall. 
Eyes vacant,
They are a blank canvas
Waiting,
Waiting for the artists touch.
They are alive,
They shine.
Laughter on my cheeks,
Smiles crease my eyes.
Reach out to break a wall. 
My thoughts I wear like clothes. 





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