My eyes are open, I think.
I mean, my mother always told me I have big eyes,
like my father's father. Too big to blink.
He was known for his brilliant wink,
Making every woman swoon round his guise.
My eyes are open, I think.
My cones are all correct, I can see a lovely bubblegum pink.
Maybe if I keep my eyes open long enough my mind will forget how it cries,
Like my fathers father. Too big to blink.
Maybe I too could force down a strong drink
Be tough and calloused, no time for lies.
My eyes are open, I think.
I find his letters, stained haphazardly with ink.
I cannot be a man of iron, I am not as wise
Like my fathers father. Too big to blink.
Beside him, my influence shrinks.
In my fathers mind, this man the sun rise.
My eyes are open, I think.
Like my fathers father. Too big to blink.
YOU ARE READING
post writing class highschool poems
Şiirim posting these here more for myself to keep them organised. also writing this are a p healthy way to cope so I'm gonna try to write more. reminder @ myself to start a new one once I graduate.
