I know my vision is often clouded,
but even when I try to blink away
the blur of disbelief,
I still see it with impartial eyes:
You float into space
and strike at the stars,
expecting to glimpse Euphoria—
But your hollow heart is
burdened, harbored;
And the weights of a long past
cannot be so easily
expelled
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
I know my vision is often clouded,
but even when I try to blink away
the blur of disbelief,
I still see it with impartial eyes:
You float into space
and strike at the stars,
expecting to glimpse Euphoria—
But your hollow heart is
burdened, harbored;
And the weights of a long past
cannot be so easily
expelled
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