there is something between
me
and the
light
[this is not about the eclipse]
something keeping the world gray
at 12:37 p.m. with a break in the clouds
the flowers must eat it all
before i have the chance
to taste it
photosynthesis doesn't work on me
the plants are alive
but my heart
is not
there must be something between
me
and the
light
[this is not about the eclipse]
it's like there is something i can never see
i should
though i won't
or i'm afraid to
it's like being blind
but different
like being insane
but different
like being in hell
but different
they taught me young
not to stare directly at the sun
but sometimes even looking at the moon
hurts my eyes
[this is not about the eclipse]
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