Window Panes and Pupils

This poem is about my fear of windows and how I can't seem to look people in the eyes.

Windows frighten me,
it feels like at any moment,
someone or something,
could be watching me.

I fear that at night,
if I were to peer out,
through the darkness,
I'd see a soulless visage.

If the eyes are,
the window to the soul,
perhaps that's why,
I can't look into yours.

Reviews

[Admiral Kirk]

Hmm... The first stanza expresses fear. The second expresses insecurity. The third... well, I don't know... Fear and insecurity go hand in hand, as do these stanzas. Excellent work. I fear windows, mirrors, and eyes. So, the same, I suppose... Interesting... This is well expressed. Good job. :)

[Rallaa]

The third bit was sort of ham handed on. I was thinking about windows a lot and remembered that old cliche at the eyes are the window to the soul. I figured I would add that in because I have a very hard time looking people in the eyes when I talk to them.

[Admiral Kirk]

Ah, yes. And it was used well...

[Sleeping Maiden]

Awww, this is a really interesting poem. Lovely write. I like your use of fear. Hmmm.. for me, lol.. it's mirrors. lol.
But Fascinating write here. It has that slight discomfort feel to it as well as anxiety. Great job! =)