They Shine
In grief, I spotted two crystals.
Across the flame-drenched fields.
They were leaking and appeared pitiful.
So I wandered to them and stood.
They shone as the sunrise.
They shone as forest fires.
They promised happiness.
They promised omnicide.
I stood there staring into her.
She asks me where I've been all her life.
My whole being smiles at these elusive words.
Considering the euphoria that died.
They shone as the sunrise.
They shone as forest fires.
They promised happiness.
They promised omnicide.
I'm certain that I knew you.
I guess you've always known me.
Now your conflicting intentions.
Have parted this diluted sea.
You lie through your teeth.
You laugh as I grieve.
And you dare call my name.
Knowing I'll cringe again.
These lights will not dim.
Your words never die.
Beautiful yet grim.
Bewildered, I am confined.
They're just eyes.
Soulless eyes.
Lying eyes.
Yet, shining eyes.
They shine.
They shine.
They shine.
I am blind.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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