Inky blackness swirls around
In deathly silence theres no sound
Mental images come and go
Spectres of a world I used to know
There is no peace to calm my heart
No boundary to set me apart
Nothing to tell me the reason why
I strive to look through a glass eye
Please tell me what you think
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This reminds me of descriptions of sensory deprivation in a fully conscious state. It is said madness comes as the mind desperately searches for references for its processing systems dependent on sensory input.
The poem goes further, as though self awareness is rapidly dissipating in an existential macro of undefined, seemingly unnecessary sentience.
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Very nice, short and simple. I love those types. They help keep my attention more haha The picture... Just scared me a little bit. But other than the freaky picture, brilliant poem.
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Thank you
Thank you for commenting...much appreciated...regards Dan x
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Priceless!
As the wife of a man who's blind in one eye I am particularly drawn to this poem. He wants to get a glass eye. For what, I don't know. wonderful rhyme and flow. a priceless piece for sure!
Regards,
Jennifer
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Thank you!
So long as his heart is good and his conscience is clear he already has all he needs and then some...and if he takes into consideration his wonderful wife...Well..what more is there?...regards and be well poet!...Dan xx
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Dad,
What a fantastic job on this one! My adopted father had a glass eye, and I can almost imagine him saying this
WOW!!! I knew there was a reason I always read you, and come to love you, you are amazing! and learn alot from you!!
and love
Nyetta
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Thanks Nyetta
I wrote this out of sheer frustration at my seeming inability to 'see' who or what I am closest to in Life!...Sometimes I have an 'epiphany' when I suddenly get it!..then it all turns to mush!...thanks for another inspiring comment sweetheart..love 'Dad' xxx
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