Sideways
Again my eyes are sliced,
a vinegar-poured pain
which makes me weep
and stops me reading,
which takes me from being
my observant-self,
by forcing shut my eyelids,
to not see the discomfit.
Again my eyes are sliced,
a vinegar-poured pain
which makes me weep
and stops me reading,
which takes me from being
my observant-self,
by forcing shut my eyelids,
to not see the discomfit.