The Eyes

• Angelique Palavras, Grade 6, St Peter's School
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

The eyes, glowing in what seems like utter darkness.
My mind races about whom those yellow recondite eyes may belong too.
As the wind howls ruffly outside my window sill,
My sight is still glued on the eyes that are peering and radiantly glowing through the dull night sky.
It is as if those eyes have taken away my desire for sleep,
It is as if my new desire is not yet clear to me.
I was tired but didn't want sleep.
A new feeling had overcome my body
A sad and obscure feeling.
A feeling that I think I may of hid away.
That's when I awoke.
I screamed in what seemed a mouse-like voice "MUM"
But I had forgotten about the tragic loss a few years ago.
Can you blame me for dreaming a dream about something that is as depressing as that
No you cannot, for in am just I child who has witnessed the unimaginable.