My Looking Glass

Posted: June 9, 2015 by brandonwood499 in 2015, BrandonW

In the wake of desperate events,
we learn to look at things with a different eye.
Roses become stone
and the bundles of flowers
become a chore to carry.
Light becomes a bother
and darkness takes over as sufficient.
Grass becomes sharp and a pain to walk on.
All my thoughts, all the moments that can’t be kept in
spill out to pollute the river.
Our minds see more than our eyes do.
My mind is the looking glass
in which I’ve learned to use.
I see more now
than I ever have before.

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