The Eyes Hide All My Secrets
You will never see inside
The Eyes Hide All My Secrets
The eyes are the windows to the soul
I know you’ll never see in mine.
Shutters nailed with silence,
Curtains drawn in brine.
I watched you searching shadows,
Thinking light might seep through pain,
But all you’ll find are echoes,
And a ghost that won’t explain.
The glass is cracked with warnings,
Fractured truths in every pane,
You knock, but there’s no answer,
Just the rattle of a chain.
I buried all my windows
Beneath layers made of steel,
Not to keep the monsters out,
just to trap the ones I feel.
There are prison bars behind them,
Cold and black and set in stone,
You’ll press your face against them
And find you’re not alone.
For every eye that watched me
Left a fingerprint of shame,
So now I watch you in silence
But you won’t learn my name.
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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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That line about “not to keep the monsters out, just to trap the ones I feel” really stuck with me — it feels like that quiet kind of self-protection that slowly turns into a cage without you noticing. I also felt something heavy in the moment where the reader presses their face against the bars and realizes they’re not alone, like shame has witnesses even when we think we’re hiding. It made me wonder whether the silence here feels safer than being seen, or if it’s starting to feel heavier than the secrets themselves — what made you decide the windows had to be buried instead of just closed?
Nice. Eyes tell a lot without words, if we care to listen.
Very interesting poem and fabulous image