BENEATH THE SMILE

LOOK INTO MY EYES WHERE TRUTH LIES,
FOR THE UNTOLD STORY OF MY HEART 
IS REVEALED IN THE ANATOMY OF MY EYES, 
PROTECTED ONLY, BY THE SCLERA OF MY TEARS.

THE GENESIS OF MY PAIN,
LIKE THE PUPIL OF MY EYES,
ARE BUT A TINY DOT IN TIME,
BUT IT REMAINS THE CENTER,
OF MY HEARTBREAK.

OFTEN TIMES, IT OPENS THE DOOR 
TO UNBEARABLE FEELINGS STORED,
WHICH I CARE TO REMEMBER NO MORE,
BUT LIKE THE CENTER OF THE EYES, IT OPENS,
ALLOWING THE LIGHT OF REFLECTION 
TO TORMENT MY MIND.

O THAT I WAS BLIND TO LOVE,
THEN MY HEART COULD ESCAPE 
ITS MAGNETIC PULL
THAT HAS DISSECTED MY SOUL. 

WILFORD BARKER.