Those eyes
once green
and bright,
now cold as
my hands,
dark as
stone.
Their shine gone
dull and distraught,
their tears
have fallen away
as my soul
has been drained
of its once
sparkling waters
off of which
light
will not glint
again.
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"Distraught" is a cumbersome word choice for that line--I get caught up on it instead of flowing through the poem. Is there something else that could capture the essence of that word, but that fits better into the form of the line/verse?
I ALSO like the word distraught. I really like this poem. You're poems are the best eva! lol, love you lots! Keep writing these wonderful poems.
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