Friday, May 2, 2008

Dark Eyes By Casey O

Laying in her bed is all she does now

For without him there is

No reason for her to wake up and face the day.

Mascara smeared eyes

Makes her look like she has died

But still she crys

For better days and for his return,

Into her arms once again.

But this will never happen

For heaven is sure hard to reach from Earth

Without leaving it in a hurse.

So for now she waits for the day

Where she can be reunited again.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Casey,
I really liked your poem. I like that the speaker seemed like a parent or family member suffering with the girl's loss. I liked the word choice. It really got your point across. Way to go!