Alas however, They remain open.


Blind


Contrived comfort;

When eyes are closed
To a world of violence.

When apathy rules;
Why then should I care?

I live,
I breathe,
I cry,
I bleed.

O that my eyes could be closed,

Alas however, They remain open.

Thus the verse,
The thought,
The attempt,

To open yours.




Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-07 at 18:38

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