Aging Eyes
His face was washed over with insight.
That dead stare into the mirrored eyes
Reflected only the anger he gave towards
Something he felt unfulfilled behind the blank pupils
That once glistened with ambition and determination,
But now lay dulled with shades of anticipated defeat.
On countless nights,
His wary temper reached for his frail throat.
He tried desperately to control himself,
But he remembered that life so lacking,
And his throat gave way to the crystalline flow
From his empty, tired eyes.
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