Like a grain trapped under the eyelid Impairing the vision, in heart and mind Flush it out with rivers, woeful and turbid This grain still there; rendering us blind
Tiny and inconspicuous; No one sees the grains Everyone's 'gifted' with their own to nurse Doubling over we see each others' pains Hidden and embedded within the poetry laden verse
My response to Joe Cole's - A Grain of Sand Challenge