Poem: Bright Eyes

Twenty three, 

And so much now they know.

Smiling eyes to the world.

But a handful still see the pain, 

the quiet sorrow. The suffering.

The part which obstinately refuses 

to admit that anything is wrong. 

They light up and smile, 

And they look for reasons to laugh about.

Hiding the secrets, 

Burying the truth behind all the lies.

In a dark world, 

Where in the light of the candles,

The shadows begin their dance.

When everyone else is fast asleep, 

They fall into a trance.

Those beautiful eyes...

And then thoughts of a long forgotten dream,

A hope held onto for a long time,

Steals into the mind.

And they light up...

They begin to dream, lost sweetly 

In another world.

Till awoken rather cruelly, 

In this land. Land of memories.

Where they're bound, 

Even when they want to just 

let it all go. 

Beautiful eyes,

They still dream plenty.

And yet, the truth, 

they still know.