A swashbuckler
who sharpened
    his sword
upon unkind
     poetic words

Life is much
like bread,
some prefer
that  pre-sliced
was already invented,
               *others like to
                              make their
                                      own cut above

As I looked up at the roof over my head
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Thinking of those without homes, seeking for shelter
Those whose cities were hit by a natural disaster

As I filled my stomach with food everyday
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Thinking of those in poverty-stricken countries
Starving, fighting the hardship for centuries

As I cuddled my little one to sleep
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Thinking of those who lost their loved ones
Due to fatal diseases or firing guns

As I lay on my bed every night
Silent tears welled up in my eyes
Remembering all the things I should be thankful for
Especially for still being able to breathe
*And so much more...

Those eyes captivate me
When I look into them
I lose the ability to breathe

Those eyes reach into me
They grab my stomach
And tie it in a thousand knots

Those eyes devastate me
I cannot know about the
Universe that lies inside them

Those eyes are a mystery
But a miniscule clue
Has been left behind...

And I don't know what to do.