Stolen Eyes

I see you with the eyes

I stole from a woman;

Green with amber flecks

About the pupil.

You seem no different,

But when I had the eyes 

Of a child,

You grinned your slanted smile

And all was well.

Now the smile is what it is:


The woman’s eyes are not naive.

Soon, I shall see with the eyes

Of an old, old man,

And the things they once witnessed

Will show me your future face.

Take care,

For I think you are afraid 

To be seen by the eyes 

Of the old.


March 2020




Everyone is biased based on their experience and the things they come to believe. I wondered what it would be like if we could see directly through someone else's eyes, but of course you would need to steal them first.

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