My Weary Eyes

These last few days I've been pretty straight forward and a bit rough. I would like to tone it down a bit with some poetry....

My Weary Eyes

Through My weary eyes

Many wonder what I see,

I see struggle,

disappointment,

hope,

longing,

and Pain,

Through My weary eyes

These things I can not explain,

I see children sad and worn,

Scorn from their mothers lost,

Nothing in their eyes are false.

They walk through life bitter and in pain,

These are the things my eyes see through this dark rain.

Through My weary eyes

I see a mothers loneliness,

Sad and burdened with distress,

She's lost her will to move,

walk,

and probably think,

All because of those needles strong ink.

It's poisoned her mind and her blood,

She's lost and doesn't not want to be found,

To that needle she is bound.

Through My weary eyes

I see struggling and sorrow,

the whole nation hopes for a brighter tomorrow.

Maybe tomorrow will bring more prosperity,

Maybe tomorrow we all will be free,

Through My weary eyes,

I see the storm ending,

and the clouds stepping aside,

with hopes for a better ride.

Through My weary eyes

My tears still fall,

I wonder if they will cease,

Ever?

At All?

By,

Myosha Smith

1-10-10 9:58 p.m.