July 22, 2015

What gives your eyes such light
As though the sun were in your head
And your eyes were only windows
Letting in the sun instead?


MY eyes were dark and desolate
MY soul a sinful maze;
The ice was swiftly scalded
By the fire of your gaze.


But is this radiance truly real?
I guess it all depends
On whether I see clearly

Or I'm seeing through a lens.


Yet if my view is blinded
Let this blindness never cease;
Let me gaze eternally
On this distorted masterpiece.

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Hanban12 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 2, 2016 at 10:38 pm
Hey, Jose, long time no see! I really love this poem; the rhythm is great and I especially like the last stanza. Keep it up! :)
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