Eyes shuttered,
hiding the window that frames the soul.
Brown that used to sparkle
with merry intent,
a smile from within
their depths,
not always shown through generous smiles.
The secrets of faith and love
used to live there,
and hope would frequently peek
through.
Now all three fading, whispered away,
by memories, lost efforts, and
overwhelming odds.
Strangely once the lids rise
there is no message of despair written there,
just acceptance of now;
clearly seeing past, present and future.
The doors from the past are locked,
the future shrinking, doors disappearing,
a maze that used to be wider with possibilities.
All seen with eyes that have seen too much,
and have become guarded instead of
hope filled,
No longer wishing, no longer wanting.
just waiting.
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