photo by Phillipe Halsman
What is it about your eyes?
Why are they sadness personified?
Blue lagoons that your failures have drowned in
It wasn’t easy walking to your death
You had to drag your head and heart
and they fought you tooth and nail
but you strong-armed them anyway
Bicep curled around their throats
choking them for all the disappointment you own
You carry it around in cardboard boxes
with holes you poked in the tops
To let in air
You were hoping that maybe some of your grief would get out
but you can’t bully your body into happiness
You can take clothespins to your lips
and clip them to your cheeks
Paint laugh lines around your eyes
and tell the world that you’re happy
But there she is
That little woman swimming around in your irises
Doggy-paddling in her own depression
and can’t seem to keep her head above water
So, what is it about your eyes?
Why are you sadness personified?