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The Girl With the Empty Eyes

Contributed by Ensis718 on Tuesday, 17th July 2012 @ 04:23:21 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

Her eyes.
All I can remember are her eyes.

That day,
At the funeral,
I can recall how morbid everything was,
How down everyone's moods were.

Mourning the loss of our fallen
And regretting so many things about him,
Thinking about the things we should have done
And the things we could have said.

Out of everyone though,
She was the only one who was not crying,
Who had yet to shed a tear.

I remember,
About how someone said that our fallen
Was her relative,
Her father, I believe.

Her eyes were dry,
No trace of moisture to be found.

Her mother,
Who had long ago
Separated from him,
Had been angry at her
For not having a reaction.

When she had demanded
Why her daughter would not even cry,
Show one bit of sympathy,
Or even go up before
And say a few words dedicated to him,
The girl had only replied,

"It's because none of these people deserve to hear what I have to say."

Angry,
Her mother had replied
With a sound slap
To her cheek.

I remember
How the girl's head whipped to the side,
Her hand coming up
To press gentle fingertips to her cheek.

When her face had turned,
I could only remember
Nothing more
Than her eyes.

The girl with the empty eyes.

Copyright © Ensis718 ... [ 2012-07-17 16:23:21]
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Re: The Girl With the Empty Eyes (User Rating: 1 )
by gypsymaddness on Wednesday, 18th July 2012 @ 05:13:49 PM AEST
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This poem reminds me of my own reaction to the death of a loved one. It's like shock, and pride at the same time, because you think no one feels as you do, that no one understood them as you did. This one hit me close, because I felt this. Great poem, and cudos to you :-)

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