W. Doug Bolden
"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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