Poems

an eye for an eye

There's only one eye

For the both of us

Only one sky

But we want it nonetheless.

We don't know how to share

We want it to ourselves

We don't really care

But we want what's on the shelves.

There's only one eye

And two people

And as we fight it goes dry

The distance only little.

And then one by one

The books on the shelves fall

I have finally won

Looking at my bloody foe, I see on the ground cracked, that very ball.