"myopias" poems
might we all have a touch
of glaucoma, selectively walled in
occluded by mental myopias
where there sight is
half a day of suns,
night is blindness, never twenty four seven corrected
or twenty four right? Twenty tween's
fear and reality?cataracts
always coloring it as black or white
no depthness not colored right?
When tears fall, and people
run into burning buildings,
when innocent stars are blacked out
might we just,
let them go?
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC