His Eyes

I’m not much into poetry.  Never really have been, never really will be- although I do acknowledge its value in the art of expression.  Miraculously, my AP Lit & Comp teacher was able to get me to produce this very vulnerable poem as we worked on creative writing post-AP exam.  I am rather fond of it because it does mean a great deal to me, but I felt I’d like to share it with you all.  I hope you enjoy.

His eyes.  Blue.  No- Brown.

No one could delve deeper beneath their surface.

How deep must you delve to see the soul through the eyes?

Can you delve so deep that you just barely touch his soul?

Out of the prison cell- to the liberation front-

Everything is made clear in his eyes.

For 24601

-Enjouée

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