Her Eyes ~ Really Bad Poetry

her eyes smoldered

dark and heavy

like the smoldering blackness

of coal miner’s lungs

after 50 years

below ground

Published by Gwendolyn

Philosopher, artist, writer, teacher, student, and avid tea connoisseur. I share the philosophical beliefs I’ve found comfort in during the challenges I’ve faced in life as I’ve discovered beauty in brokenness, light in the darkness, and hope and love again after tragedy and loss.

gwen ann, poetry, very sassy poetry

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