All Alone Eyes

Surrounded by family, but nowhere to go

Wide open spaces and left on her own,

Wine bottle fervent, single glass resides

At 3 in the morning with all alone eyes.

Sleep depraved poetry etched from no calls

Life on the table incising withdrawals,

Awakened versed reams, laying besides

The person who’s her with all alone eyes.

Wondering what was and may ever be

Is this her life or is it a dream,

Can it return through  a mirrored reprise

Or will she reside forever, within her all alone eyes.

All Alone Eyes


© Nick Hawkins, all poetry rights reserved 2009


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