My Eyes

My eyes look up at the brightness of the sky
But they cannot focus, no matter how hard they try
Leveling their gaze at the sun's shimmering glint
Hoping they would burn out...they didn't

They look back down and enter a reverie
Trying to prevent the creation of memory
They stare at the shadows that stretch down below
Hoping to be lost in the formlessness they show

But my eyes have already witnessed much of the past
So this temporary moment to forget will not last
My eyes have seen the beginnings of birth and life
My eyes have seen the endings of death and strife

My eyes have seen the gazes of those who try
To hide the windows of their soul and lie
My eyes are tainted by everything they see
Their color hides the chaos within me

A vision swirling with both heaven and hell
They are not black, or blue, but tainted hazel
My eyes reflect the color of the world around
Unfortunately it is the shades of grey that abound.