Poetry Drafts / 14 April 2016

TROUBLED EYES CRY ALONE

I don’t like your fingers
they’re too long and too
skinny
like your legs without
trousers
like your promises without
laughter
the polished nails
deep within my back
who’s the weaker
who’s the catch
silence fall on
waining moon
troubled eyes
cry
alone

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.