your eyes are dull, just one flat hue
missing the sparkle that once floated in that blue
because now you've been stripped to the bone
vulnerable and weak and undoubtedly alone
rewind to the better days as a child
whose hopes ran rampid and thoughts ran wild
now these monsters that have collected over the years
are surrounding you, consuming your view, feeding off of your fears
as you sit crouched, wondering if you have no choice but to stay
the child hidden inside of you screams them away
and all you can say is thanks to the child
whose hopes ran them rampid, whose thoughts ran them wild
the monsters fade into the distance, letting the sun reflect off of your eyes
sparkling now, as you watch the sun rise
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