I see through are not my own, this worldview revealed
the perspective earned with pain & agony
Long held, its grip tightened by an ever frenzied world
remorse built, dreams left smoldering, ashen & burnt
The world I see through eyes that are not my own,
beauty, color, love, exhilaration, hope
The world built through pain, suffering & misery
this world of anticipation, expectancy, and joy today held
But with these eyes, the ability to see remains. In others, in
passing glances with fleeting insights into hearts and souls
Through these eyes I see, others nearly too deeply, fully, actually
one cannot hide the pain and truth within and under them
Watch closely, look insightfully, seek depth, explore them
for they will not tell, of their own
For what they are and what they hold not simply there
but only seen with perspectives gained, through toil & pain