Young Eye's

Young eye's blinded by the darkness of the world,
Shadowed with the pain of lost innocents,
Their once bright hue that lit the world in warmth,
Now turned to a cold unblinking stare,
They hold a silent question "Why?",
"Why didn't I die to?",
These are the eye's of a child who has seen to much,
Who has witnessed death at a far to early age,
The eye's of a child that has survived a car crash caused by a drunk driver.
-RaeLynn Guzman