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Ian J Caldwell
Poems
Aug 2020
My eyes...
My eyes.
My eyes are open.
My face it hurts.
My face it floods.
My eyes are open but they donβt see a thing.
My eyes are open but I just canβt see.
My screen burns my face.
My tears burn my face.
My eyes.
My eyes are open.
My face it hurts.
My face it floods.
My eyes are barely open.
My eyes refuse to take it all in.
My face is blank.
My face is covered, wet skin.
My eyes.
My eyes are open.
My face it hurts.
My face it floods.
My eyes want rest.
My eyes are so open but it burns with pain and exhaustion.
My face wants rest.
My face is blank and I proceed with caution.
My eyes.
My eyes are open.
My face it hurts.
My face it floods.
My eyes they drain completely...
My eyes they weep...
My face floods with grief...
My face just wants to sleep...
My eyes...
My eyes are open...
Written by
Ian J Caldwell
Northern Kentucky
(Northern Kentucky)
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