I said I was fine,
She said that my eyes betrayed me.
I didn't know what to say:
I felt nothing.
I don't know what she saw,
Whether it was simply a manifestation
Of what she expected to see,
Or whether I have feelings
That are unbeknownst to me.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
