Better Off Unknown Poem by Michael Lee Buchanan

My eyes are sown shut, the Sights just too much
for any one man to bare, cold and ashamed
at what was there to see, and I’m to blame
Oh i yearn for the haunting of your touch
But i know that it will never be enough
And this blowing wind is dimming the flame
Of the love that we once used to proclaim
Every word spoken was just a stupid bluff.

Was i really feeble enough to think
that you were perfect and i needed you
within what is left of my life, so weak
but free from the poisoned air i drink
and with this freedom, i feel no abuse
and for once i feel i can stand and speak