When your eyes are opened you fail to see
what lies in the path right ahead.
Day through the night people refuse to be
guards of life so they end up dead.
I wonder if its due to mindless souls
why I am the way I’ve become.
Push aside cries of pain then pay the tolls
of they whose paths can’t be undone.
Dream tells me of what certain futures hold.
Shut eyes tell me what you can’t say.
Every image slowly completes the mold.
My sight foreshadows future days.
Author notes
This is about a mystic from a story that I'm writing. Anyway, try and find the common denominator between the title and the actual poem.
Please tell me what you think
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I think We must be responsible for our own well-being especially the future. This has me going away thinking
where 'could Ihave made changes' and it is fascinating.
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Not bad. Is this a new story?
Are you taking the mastering metrics class? -
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Yeah it's an old story that's going to get some major revision.
Yeah, but I still haven't heard back from my last assignment? Why is the meter that bad?
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