NaWriMo no:5: I see

Composing a cinquain poem is like me, solving intricate mathematical problems while doing tap dance. I'll give it a go though. Be warned! My cinquain poem might look like overcooked chicken. Here goes, my first cinquain poem called "I see":

I see

I see

With glistening eyes,

While no hope might be sparked

In this ephemeral sad dream of mine,

It kills. 

-Nuruljannah-

P.S. Well, it does look like metaphorically overcooked chicken than a cinquain poem. And that what makes it unique.