She Had No Eyes
She had no eyes, yet felt the world,
Each whisper, every flag unfurled.
In silence, she walked the earth alone,
A heart made of stone, but soft as bone.
Her tears were gold, or so they seemed,
A glistening truth, a lost dream.
They fell like rain, but held no weight,
Fools’ gold wrapped in a sorrowed state.
She cried for things that could not be,
For love and hope that she’d never see.
Yet in her weeping, there was grace,
A silent battle none could trace.
Fool’s gold, they called it, but to her,
Each drop a memory, each tear a blur.
She held them close, though they were lies,
For in the end, they were her disguise.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Absolutely lovely Marie. Great job.
We should all be able to see this way. Good job.