Eyes that can see
Eyes that are seen
Eyes that can easily
Tell where you’ve been
Prying inside
With the force of a crowbar
Then reading a story
You thought you could keep far
From anyone poking
Their head in your business
And finding a victim
With no crime or witness
The blink of an eye
Averting your gaze
The past’s in the pat
Just hope that it stays
A Life in Poems 