Dilapidated Eyes

Dilapidated eyes
Austere with worn looks
burn thousand tales
of sadness and despair
that have kept the wick;
braided with twist and turns
the longing and belongings,
burning for years
muddled and mangled
limping by its last leg
to be evicted by certain exorcism

The faith
bigger than heaven
runs deeper into eyes;
Still more space
is accrued
amassing those agony
That have kept
The fire burning
Into the hell
more richer, more pure
to those dilapidated eyes

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