"Broken Eyes"

Sometimes it is best not to see. And, well, apparently it is sometimes best to use irony as a poetic device.

I love my broken eyes, Shaped like silvered glass Cracked in a mirror's frame Reflecting microcosmic Energies. I love my broken eyes, And the way they see beauty In this god-awful world. Ugly as it all may be. I love my broken eyes, Watery and weak. I love the way I cry, When I am sad inside, Barely strong enough To stand upright. I love my broken eyes, They way they close at night. And there I see my dreams, Endless quantities, Unrealistic things, Like sugary tea And a simple, broken smile.

This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.

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