Let’s take a look into those eyes,
Let’s see what they’ve been seeing
Find the refuge they try to find
Scenes they like to indulge in
Second vision fantasies,
Images twisted and torn off from nowhere
Pixels and microseconds of memories from everywhere
Restless, eager and aching.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
Let’s take a look into those eyes,
Let’s see what they’ve been seeing
Find the refuge they try to find
Scenes they like to indulge in
Second vision fantasies,
Images twisted and torn off from nowhere
Pixels and microseconds of memories from everywhere
Restless, eager and aching.
I wrote this last night after an absence from proper writing for years, and after finishing, I wondered if this was a good poem. I'm not sure. What do you think? What is a good poem?