Your Beuatiful Eyes

• Rachael Clements
• Poetry
• 2005

I hold your hand,
And look into your eyes,
Those beautiful eyes.
They are filled with terror,
Filled with despair,
Filled with fear.
I cry and shout,
You stay silent,
Tears slowly running down your face.
We both know what is coming,
We are both scared,
We are both helpless.
As the water rushes around,
As the rain pours down,
You tell me what I already know,
What I must do.
I look into your eyes one final time,
Those beautiful eyes,
Then I let go of your hand.
As you are swept away,
I hear you call my name.