"The Weight of Eyes"
My mind falters,
from my soul to my heart to my page I bleed.
A thousand tongues at my disposal and yet none sufficient enough to break the silence.
I’m told that when words perpetuate anger one should turn to song and dance.
Yet a million Canaries could not chant every melancholy note in the chorus of my existence.
Is the breath of the wild nothing more than the simple prose of life?
Who am i then,
If not a template of insignificance.
The weight of eyes fixed upon my transgression,
For if I pursue this carriage of thought my mind is sure to falter.
About the Author
My name is Tristan Mazurek, I’m an amateur poet who has been using poetry as coping method for years now. I just discovered Minding your Mind recently and it is a fantastic outlet for my poetry submissions. If reading poems helps even one person then I will forever continue to write.
I #LivetoTell that we’re all in this together.