Dougie Fresh


My Hurt Eyes - Poem by Dougie Fresh

Look through your eyes at the World, what do you see?
Do you see skies of Blue and trees of Green?
Do you see a place full of happiness and full of peace?
... Take a look through my eyes and see what I see.
I see a place full of poverty, sorrow and gloom.
The skies I see are not blue, but are gloomy and putrid.
Grey as the stone I use to sharpen my knife.
The trees I see are not pretty or full of life,
But are dead, decaying and dark.
Dark are my thoughts as my knife makes its mark.
The World as I see it is dead and full of dread.
That's why I lay here dying, bleeding blood red.


Comments about My Hurt Eyes by Dougie Fresh

  • Darkangel Flyfree (10/1/2012 5:47:00 PM)


    I cannot believe I haven't commented on this poem before! This is really wonderful, so full of hurt and darkness! I love it! (Report) Reply

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  • (6/19/2012 6:17:00 PM)


    I really like it when you just cut it to the bone, pun intended. Music check out Mark Lanegan tracks Lexington slow down, consider me, river rise just to name a few. He goes to the bone, beautifully written songs. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das (6/8/2012 5:47:00 AM)


    wow! class itself.Really, life is n't so easy going.I fall upon the thorns of life.I bleed! It made me remember P.B Shelley's Famous lines. (Report) Reply

  • G Nelson (6/4/2012 2:53:00 PM)


    So lovely, and you have a knack for imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 2, 2012


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