Through the haze
Things are distorted
You think you know
What you are looking at
But you can't be sure
It is only once the curtain has been lifted
That you can see properly
And you realise you were wrong
You judged without knowing fully
What you were looking at
Because
Had you know
You would not have judged
The person you could barely see
Through the haze
YOU ARE READING
Poetry-The Happier Ones
PoetryThese are my happier poems, the ones that are thoughtful and have hope for the subject to hold onto.