My Eyes

The speckled face from which
I look,
can contort and crease,
or grin and smile,
it shows shallow emotion.

But the eyes,
a mans eyes are
the portal to his body,
they show insight, outlook,
they gaze upon a man's love,
they show true emotion.

Why will you not
look upon my eyes,
is it because of the
red cracked white,
showing my stress, strain and suffering,
or because of my
wild blue iris
showing vigour, vim, life and youth,
or because of my
death black pupil
showing misery, pain and insanity

The End

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