For me it didn’t quite happen that way…
it happened gradually at first
and then all at once,
but no brightness.
I woke and found out that someone had
cut a hole in my vision
where the world should have been, and
I know there’s nothing behind it --
because if there was I would have seen it.
I’ve heard of ghost pains, but I never thought
they’d happen to me.
When I sleep, I can sometimes
feel my eyesight itching-
so I reach for my pencil and
scratch at it with the tip,
trying to write on my brain
what the world used to look like.
1 comment:
If there is a better description of a the jaded outlook of adulthood, I've yet to discover it. Bravo.
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