Seeing as You Do

Updated on February 16, 2018

My only wish on this earth

Is that someday, I may come to see as you do.

That my eyes shall blink away the poison,

That the frost-burn of long-suppressed tears

May someday subside…

Even if I have to take your vision

straight from your sunken sockets,

I’ll do anything.

Anything to see gold in the cracked pavement;

Sunlight in the crumbling buildings

Of our city block.

I’m blind, or good as.

Like a creature borne of mountain caves

And stagnant water…

But you came to under a morning sky,

Eyes backlit by daydreams, by silver tears

So easily shed in this ugly life of ours.

I would push my fingers through the blood of you to understand.

I would snip, and break, and twist, as you know I can.

As you know I won’t.

My body cannot sustain a stolen song.

I know you can pick out the rhythm of gunshots;

A deafening drumbeat.

You think there is nothing to fear,

And I know how easily I am killed.

I know you hear music in the forlorn train whistle;

The one that wakes me from my solemn slumber.

Reminding me, each night, that I can never leave.



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      Finn Liam Cooper 3 months ago from Los Angeles

      nice poem and photos

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      Robin Carretti 3 months ago from Hightstown

      Very well done the visions came through and the loss might be there but we show our visions under the good and bad to the worst conditions