Eyes of Glass
You weren’t my first.
You won’t be my last.
You saw my future
through your eyes of glass.
No, I did not love you.
I never knew your past.
Still, I wanted more for you
before your eyes went glass.
I met you for a moment,
hands moving out of task.
You weren’t always heartless.
You are now. Your eyes are glass.
Go. Be free, my friend.
Let the hurting pass.
I can see your freedom waiting
behind those eyes of glass.
Biography:
My name is Daniel Rose, MD, and I am a pediatric resident at Emory University in Atlanta, GA whose experiences in medicine continually shape how I understand vulnerability, mortality, and human connection. I began writing poetry in middle school and was drawn to it as a way to express thoughts and emotions freely, without the constraints of formal grammar or structure, a freedom that continues to ground me amid the rigors of clinical life.
Fantastic symbolism on the look at the end of life. Beautifully done.