Silent soundwaves dancing through
Chaos, grim faces in a poorly lit room.
Voices but a whisper as air sucked into
Lungs, everyone is watching, waiting.
Beyond the curtained veil waits heavy
Hearts and frowning smiles, too many
They’ve seen they know what is to occur,
Ignorance a luxury of the past….It’s in
There broken eyes as we depart through
The maze of crying hearts. Silent sound
Waves weaving a picture of gloom.
Karen Hayward ©2016
(Ultrasound)
love it! ❤
It’s in
There broken eyes
or
It’s in
Their broken eyes?
I can read it both ways, “it’s in there broken eyes” there would be referring to the womb? “it’s in their broken eyes” their would be referring to the people who have broken eyes.
The poem made me sad. That’s good. Your stuff makes me feel a lot. It hooks me.