She Had No Eyes

She Had No Eyes

She had no eyes, yet felt the world,

Each whisper, every flag unfurled.

In silence, she walked the earth alone,

A heart made of stone, but soft as bone.

Her tears were gold, or so they seemed,

A glistening truth, a lost dream.

They fell like rain, but held no weight,

Fools’ gold wrapped in a sorrowed state.

She cried for things that could not be,

For love and hope that she’d never see.

Yet in her weeping, there was grace,

A silent battle none could trace.

Fool’s gold, they called it, but to her,

Each drop a memory, each tear a blur.

She held them close, though they were lies,

For in the end, they were her disguise.