Glasses
The world never changes,
but I can see it better now.
The blood,
the screams.
Oppression.
Obsession.
Why have the glasses anyway
when all you can see with them
is the details
the grownups failed to see?
Just look out the window.
Maybe you'll see me here
asking for help.
Nevermind.
You never help me anyway.
I can see your secrets
with my glasses.
All the broken hearts
and blood
on the tips of the bottles.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2022 08:57
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Nice poem! I enjoyed the metaphor of the glasses. Cleverly done! 👍
Wonderful concept and nicely written.
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