in my eyes,
blindsided by gold and magnesium
sucked in by helium,
if I was ever so good to
have known my own origin.
chained and beaten
with words and a lashing spirit
tears out of my eyes, overflowing
colorful and transparent.
YOU ARE READING
IN MY EYES
Poetryin my eyes, the perspective of the world around me. © 2016 | cyrillics
