My dark friend,
Today, I looked at the eyes of a man.
All he saw in front of him was an object,
A thing that provided his needs,
Something he wanted to own,
Yet not something he wanted to keep.
All he saw in front of him was a target,
A game he knew he would win,
Something he marked as his goal,
Not caring about what's within.
All along he was just too blind to see that it was woman, too ignorant to think she was an object.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesíaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
