Open Your Eyes

Vaughn Walker

It’s not making sense.

Open your eyes.

Look into mine.

That’s where we go when we die.


Wake me up from this trance.

I swear I’ve tried many times.

I’ve tried to explain.

But I simply can’t recoup.


I need you more.

But I can’t admit the severity.

My insecurity rules with impunity.

So I’m in a empty room.

Hoping for miracles.


Angel come down from the sky.

Swing your mighty lance.

And mend what’s broken.

Fill in the cracks.

And give the answers.

  • Author: Vaughn Walker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2022 06:43
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13


  • crypticbard

    The severity of this need is so immense. Thanks for sharing.

    • Vaughn Walker

      Thank you for the constant feedback Cryptic.

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