The Eye

The unforgiving Eye that I have grown so familiar with stared back at me.
I had no where to run, and nowhere to hide.
The Eye sees and knows all, even when i try my best to conceal myself.

The Eye senses the blood that flows through my vein,
every throbbing of the heart against the chest so audible to Him,
there is no refuge for my emotions,
For it is like a broken dam where the torrents of wrathful waters flow from.

As I shake in anger, He reminds me of my own shortcomings,
and then inferiority and sadness overcome my rage.
In place, weakness and a want to have company prevails.
The Eye hurts as much as it loves.

Now I perceive it every single day,
this constant obsession and need to know,
this irrevocable desire to have a say in the intricate paths of destiny,
and the insecurities that blind me from my actions.

The Eye reminded me,
that this cannot go far,
and in the end I will be hurt just as much as I was willing to love,
for my foolishness will draw upon the pools of consequential misery.

And now I lay in bed,
waiting to be healed,
when I have refused to have my heart mend,
right from the beginning to the very end.