All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Four Wet Eyes
Four Wet Eyes
They are the only ones who understand us. We are the only ones who understand them. Four wet eyes with streams below and broken stares. Four amongst millions more. Four excuses trying to break me. From our letters we can see them, but others think I’m fine.
Their strength is secret. They send my secret thoughts to whom they hide from. They fill up and they roll down and touch my chin between my rosy cheeks and smear the ink with endless pain and never quit their wishing. This is how they fall.
Let one forget his reason for being, they’d all drown the page like the bottles lost at sea, each losing direction with the waves. Dry, dry, dry eyes preach when I cry. They try.
When I am too broken and too lost to keep moving, when I am a lifeless eye against built barriers. When there is nothing left to wait for. Four who close and do not forget to wake. Four whose only reason is to breach me.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.