Near Sighted Poem by soren Barrett

Near Sighted

Distracted by a white picket fence, thought painted home my defense
An ideal love with children there, growing green grass not a care
While all around the world turns, people die while peace burns
Under a blackened sky, I turn a closed myopic eye

Friday, October 10, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: children,green,home,peace,sky
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