The Eyes WithinIt is a dark and cold night.
I can see my breath when I breathe.
I stop and stare into a store window.
I imagine having the beautiful necklace,
wrapped around my neck.
I continue walking,
In search of what I'm looking for.
I keep my head down,
staring at the ground below me.
I sense something closing in,
But I pay no attention to it.
I feel the sudden pressure
On my arm
As if I ran into something.
I fall to the ground.
I look up and apologize
To the gentle man I ran into.
He extends his arm out
As if wanting to pick me up.
I grab his hand
As he lifts me to my feet.
I thank him for his kindness.
He looks into my eyes,
And responds "no need to apologize."
I dust myself off and look to him.
He tells me that my eyes tell a story.
I chuckle for a brief moment
Not knowing what he's talking about.
He asks me if my life has been hell.
My eyes widen and I ask
"How do you know that?"
He tells me that he saw it in my eyes.
I'm confused and a bit surprised.
But instead of questioning him,