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Aug 2020
My eyes.
My eyes are open.
My face it hurts.
My face it floods.

My eyes are open but they don’t see a thing.
My eyes are open but I just can’t 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...
Ian J Caldwell
Written by
Ian J Caldwell  Northern Kentucky
(Northern Kentucky)   
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