by Shawnong

They say your eyes are windows to the soul

But I stare straight into hollow vacancy

The frequencies you unknowingly send me

Rebound off walls of irregularities

Forgive me, I’m sorry

Condescending I don’t try to be


Your lips move, and strings of words flow

But the meaning they carry, more than the dictionary shows

Shocked, appalled, taken aback

It punishes my mind with intolerable cracks

Maybe it’s because I hope what I see

Isn’t the same when my reflection looks at me