Open skies beckon with something broader

Yet my eyes refuse to open

Maybe it's the fear of what lies behind these shades

Or the obvious truth I know I need to face

Either way, my eyes will have to open

Whether now or ever later

I will never be prepared

For what horrid sights I'll see

Since my eyes refuse to open

At this point, I might just die

From the urge to know what lies behind these eyes

And yet I'm still afraid to ever look threw them

(Please give feedback I'm only an amateur writer)