Those Eyes, Those Windows

The ghost

The features

A spectre

From the past

Eyes

Those windows

Windows to

The soul

Travel Through

generations

Through

time

The windows

The souls

The generations

The voices

The wails

The wails

The wails

The misery

The heartache

The fatigue

In those eyes

Generations

Millenia

Of secrets

Eons of atrocities

Loss, and loss

And loss

And victory

Yes

There were victories

Hard fought

Gut checking

Victories

Triumphs

Of both heart

And soul

Those windows

Grown cloudy

Hardened and sullen

In memory

Soften

Moisten

As memories

Pass on the

Private

screening monitor

Scroll thru

Like microfiche

Endless rolls

Spinning

From one

Random date

To another

Behind

Those tired

No longer

Caring

To see,

eyes.

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