Dark brown eyes with a personality that brightens any gloomy situation
No one can pronounce the name but remembers the face and the smile
Such a great friend, so smart, always positive and seem to walk on sunshine
With such a “heart of gold” and such a joy to work with
They stand or sit, think and wonder
How could anyone like that every feel that type of way?
Sitting in the dark for hours forcing the tears to stay in
Saying that tears are avoidable and a sign of weakness
That smile turns into a quivering lip as if hypothermia has just set in
No one has time for pain and caring about life’s challenges
No one has time to ask for help or to accept a helping hand
No one truly cares about what lies in the future
Their eyes pierce through the skin as if they are searching for imperfections
Their smiles are keeping in the negative remarks
They’re bashing those they don’t understand
They only care for their own reality not considering others
Their eyes are watching every step that is taken
They watch and observe yet do nothing to assist
They make sure their two cents is always heard as if it was law
When the road hits a dead end and the cup of tears overflows
Who is left to call out to when it feels as if your mouth is wired shut and the room is padded
Calling on HIS Name seems to do nothing but brings out tears and annoyance
The one-word responses seem to be a tease and a pain at the same time
Patience is a virtue He tells me so just wait for my signal
Stubbornness is what I embody
Wait, Listen, Stand, Ask, DEPEND ON ME
Yet the flesh takes it upon itself to act before receiving all instructions
Words are just words when understanding is vague
Their eyes watch but they do not take time to sit and help
Religion is forced in faces because they think its right by their standards
You need to know and love the Lord because that’s what they say is right
How DARE they throw something on someone they don’t take the time to understand?
How DARE they shove a belief in someone face because they think it is right?
Hypocrisy runs through their veins and is shown in their actions
But their eyes are watching others’ movements as if they are the saints of the world
Their eyes pierce through the soul judging every mood
But what will those same watchful eyes have to say
When the individuals they’re watching loses all hope and faith in not only themselves
But in their religion, in God, and in life itself
But who will ever question the enticing smile and the everlasting laughter?
Who would dare try to break the walls put up around their heart?
Will they watch for guidance to help an undercover hopelessness?
Or will they continue to watch for the imperfections and flaws of those around them
When will the eyes stop watching and the hands do something?
When will the voices assure that tears are okay to flow?
And that you must go through a lot to obtain knowledge?
The Eyes Are Watching
This heart is waiting and curious
Which way should everything go?
How everything should be handled
The beginning of an internal war
Contemplating which voice should be listened to
Good or evil?
Await an answer or take matters into one’s own hands
Flesh or spirituality?
The battle continues and the faith diminishes
Who will be the one to stop watching?
And start helping clarify a misunderstanding of what living like Him should be like
But at the same time
How can one expect a helping hand when those eyes
Belong to those who don’t even live by the truth
What choice does anyone have to escape from their eyes?
Running from the problems is not an option
Because their eyes are everywhere
No one understands even when they make the attempt
But how can you get someone to truly listen
Maybe masking the emotion as a work of art
One that flows with such ease but is deeper than it appears
It scrapes the surface and sinks down to the floor of the pool of thoughts
It will make them stand or sit, think and wonder
They will listen not to the volume of screams for help
But to the tone of the outward cry on paper
All along it was an escape from their eyes
One that not only was taught but was helpful beyond belief
The flesh speaks out but so does the spirit
Poetry transform into a prayer
Prayers convert into a testimony
Testimony is the truth they’re eyes always saw
But never understood until now