glass eye

sometimes
i see life
as reflected
in a glass eye
stuck
in a wrinkled face
that once held
youth
like a hostage
a prisoner
wasted
in the hope
it softly
fell in love
but
that glass eye
rolls
across the floor
under the couch
to never see
another sunrise

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