my eyes are cloudy
not... actually cloudy
they're a grayish blueish greenish colour
but that's not the point
they're cloudy
like
the clouds are smudging the passion of the sun that gleamed day after day,
the sleets of rain are smothering the flaming spark of optimism that was the light in the darkness,
and the hail is shattering all my stained glass memories,
pounding them to dust,
unrecognizable dust
so yes my eyes are cloudy
and though you can't see it in my colourful eyes,
my vision is monochrome
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the lost
PoetryHere are some random poems I write when I feel like it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. the cover image isn't mine
