Eyes Dark
A darkness disease has seized my eyes.
On bright clear days, I Walk through fog,
On bright clear days, I Walk through fog,
and whatever I see is double. It’s scary.
My writing brush scrawls around, lost.
My writing brush scrawls around, lost.
People coming toward me look like haze
and birds soaring past are a quick blur.
and birds soaring past are a quick blur.
No telling what’s what in this confusion,
I’m suddenly free of likes and dislikes.
I’m suddenly free of likes and dislikes.
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