Brown Eyes

One rain drop.

Two rain drop.

It's raining.

But it's not the same.

We're not outside.

The rain isn't coming from the clouds in the sky.

They are coming from the big brown beautiful and delicate eyes.

Eyes that can't see.

Eyes that are blinded by the tears.

Eyes that have already witnessed enough.

Eyes that can no longer go on like this.

Seeing terrifying and horrific things.

Seeing things that weren't ever even dreamed of.

Seeing things that no one would believe.

Just sitting.

And waiting.

For a change in the world.

Or just simply in that life.