My inability to see

The sun has never been higher. Reflecting brightly off everything it touches, like a house made of mirrors and glass. Or at least that's what they say. It's all about perspective I say. Your sun may be bright but mine is no brighter in the most moonless light ever in existence. If only I would get up and open the blinds.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

NateC

122 / M / Other

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write