The eye

A roving eye at first,

It met mine for a moment.

The eye was too far away.

I couldn't reach out, touch it or talk to it.

I looked at the eye.

My own roving at first,

It rested on hers for a moment.

The eye told me everything.

It screamed in agony,

Filled with fear,

Confined in a cage until the end.

Today I saw death in the eye..