Broken Warrior

I stare, lost in those pulsating eyes,

Hurt, scattered, yet very much alive. 

I can almost  hear the wolves howl.

I see a new wound open as another heals now.

The tears bring out my blue-gray eyes, 

If I could only quit staring into the black,my demise.

Flashes, wet and fallen eyelashes,

Blood red whites and restless nights.

Determination, to spite it all,

I am here, I hear that call.

Heather Hughes.