Digging Crew
By Amber Jones
There’s a little something
In my dancing brown eyes
But don’t you ever worry
I never let it make me cry.
Sure, it hurts, throbs, and stings
But I doubt you’d ever see
The trickling little tears
That I long to set free.
The digging crew comes uninvited
Tears and rips at the thing
Lodged somewhere in my eyes
And I’m pained with each swing.
It’s hard to say how long
They’ve been digging away
For they just keep chipping
With their work full underway.
I doubt they’ll ever find
Whatever it is they seek
For it’s long since buried
Under the damage they wreak.
One day I’ll look in the mirror
Discover two black pits
Won’t recognize the space
Where my eyes used to sit.
For the truth is, the people
Who prod and poke at me
Are only causing damage when they
Think they’re setting me free.
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