I wrote a poem while drawing a few pictures:
Need draw both eyes.
Can’t draw both eyes.
Worked five minutes.
One eye done.
Other eye staring into my soul.
Watching me.
Judging me.
Gotta put bangs over that eye.
But the eyelashes are better on that one.
S.O.S.
Eye look good.
Other eye as well.
Til I look at both.
Eye lopsided.
Can’t have that.
“I can have a lopsided eye.”
“‘Tis my drawing, after all.”
Close book.
Walk away.
Book calls.
You obey.
Stuck again.
Doing same eye.
Forever trapped.
By the stare.
Of an eye.
A monster.
Created.
By your own hand.
-CM