Evolving Emotions: Sadness-Poetry

Eyes of Stained Glass

Baggy sweatpants cling to feeble legs

stale and stiff

needed to be washed days ago.

She didn’t wash them. Like her shoes,

her shoes that were stained,

ruined from a soiled world.

And her hair. Curled

but not elegantly. More like unkempt, uncared for,

a nest on her head. Displayed, but not proudly.

Cowering behind her mask,

her appearance in ruins,

but with no name attached.

A person in crisis, no doubt. But who is she?

Beneath coiled knots are worried eyes,

eyes scared to death over lies

told. Doing ‘fine’ but less alive

the more she lingers.

A mass throbbing in her head,

welling in eyes of stained glass

A sickening black

exhalations into evening air,

with a feeling of lack

and indifference.

A dull exterior,

squirming insides inferior

She was something

made into nothing.