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Jun 2014
How do you close your eyes once they have been opened?

How do you deny what you know

& turn a blind eye, refuse to see

what stares back at you blankly, believe real lies?




We know that we are doing wrong,

that we have done so for our own good.

Why are some things okay

so long as they go unseen, why

do we continue on happily,

as if we are unaware

of just how scared we should be?



Is it He, the man in crisp white collar,

who teaches us to fear

the monsters under our beds

but not those in our minds?

Is it he who makes us believe

that we cannot live but in this way at this time?



When will we wake from this dream,

this terrible nightmare that is reality?

When will we open our eyes,

are we truly so blind so as not to see

that this is something we willingly chose to believe?
Victoria Kiely
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Victoria Kiely  Guelph
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