Scenes that can't be erased
My eyes left feeling dazed
I can't help feeling crazed
I'm stuck in one big maze
Blessed with the vision of a cat
But I can't help feeling that
All the times I hid and sat
Made me no more than a rat
The beholder's eye gets to choose
Who can win and who can lose
And beauty relies on views
And never within the person's shoes
Now back to the mess I'm in
The power of Sight rising within
Maybe with power I can still win
Against the challenge to defeat my sin
I keep on turning, left to right
But I still fail to see the light
Many thought my future was bright
But I'm only left with me to fight
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paper aeroplanes | poetry + prose
Poetrywords that fly higher than the clouds in the sky a poetry anthology [trigger warning - references to suicidal thoughts]
