Treasure Island

Glen Martin Fitch


PERIPHERAL VISION


Just like a child
I always long
to be with you
and when I'm not
I fret and sigh
until I finally turn
my head and see you
busy in the corner
of my eye.
And like a teen
I fight so to feel free,
I push away
and yet I also
try to keep you trapped
in case you start to flee.
Stay busy in the corner
Of my eye.
My sadness seeks
to have you linger near
because I sense that
somehow you're not real.
My pride claims all
until you disappear.
But whether close or far
don't ever feel you're bound
or you're abandoned,
when you spy me
busy in the corner
of your eye.

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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