~POEM!~ Seeing Fortune and Lies by BjKurai I have two eyes. each with a different vision, I see two things. One sees the hand I’m holding. It sees the promise. It sees…. possibility, and the new things, and the “firsts” finding themselves settled atop my skull. But the other, sees doubt. It sees… disappointment. envisioning the memories and seeing a fool in mirrors. looking down at my chest and seeing a heart, a heart that beats differently… less full, less satisfied. as if it ever knew the meaning of the word. The eye of promise, this eye sees the other, brimmed with tears, full of rivers. So, in the consequence of thinned blood. This vision is only half-bright, this vision burns a little. This eye… it can’t glimmer or see clearly. It isn’t its meant-to-be lavish self, is has not flourished. As for the pupil of this, this doubting eye, it is harsh. this eye hasn’t ended it’s dance behind the eyelid… trying to wake from this dream, from this nightmare, from this unreal thing, In hope… Hope that these lies aren’t the truth. Hope that they don’t strike the eyes blind. What is seen is so, contrast. This eye of promise sees life, fortune. But I have been lied to.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 00:30:18 +0000
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