blinking lights, blanketing eyes,
reflecting halos, cloudy skies.
wandering footsteps trampling me,
sights steaming to see.
pupils dilated, coloring through
shading purples, fading blues.
textures sketched by scopes,
gray irises pulling to tightropes.
orange sunsets swirling in,
yellow drops bleeding on chin.
legs dangling to metal grounds
pedaling left, right, up, and down.
pressure piling through dark lens
painting the cornea with quill pens.
blurry visions tracing to white
with camera caps blinded by light.
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2023 14:54
- Comment from author about the poem: Written in May 2022. My life was so different a year ago.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Orange sunsets are a miracle. Nobody can change my mind 🙂
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