Eyes This Morn Poem by james watkin

Eyes This Morn



Conscious guards, and lookouts
Down on what besets
In a world's enclosure
Of troubles and threats
Not so alert this morn;
Bleary, slow to react.
Out of distaste for it?
Its nerve-sapped impact?

Sunday, October 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes,morning
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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