I see deep
inside,
the world.
My vision
is an eagle.
Even if I
went blind.
I can still see.
My heart
bleeds,
seeing
the young
so desperate.
Because love
is the hardest
feeling to find,
or to even
keep.
Like an A.
You may begin,
but to keep it,
you have to
do the work.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden