I Promised Myself Not To Hurt My Eyes Anymore Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night
my eyes ached a lot like they are protesters
of my negligence
overusing them
apart
from the rest of my body parts: the nose not so nosy
the ears not hearing much
and my skins not feeling well
and my mouth and tongues
merely sleeping
in their safe spaces

my eyes
keep working for days and feel as though they are the only
workers
of my body

the eyes
that begin to hate poetry and reading and seeing and watching

i promised these eyes not to hurt them again
to give them a vacation
somewhere where the trees are greener
(since they love greens)
where the skies are bluer
(since they also love sky blue)
somewhere in the beach
where
beautiful bodies entice them
and make them
excited like ordinary hormonal
creatures
but

here i am again
my eyes working again on the lines of this poem
the eyes crying
on a promise that is always broken