Sight Poem by Joshua Aument

Sight



</>Iris is dismantled from darkness,
pupils grow bigger.
Light can't reach the eyes source,
eyesore's rival the pain.
Trying to kill the sky's brigade,
now I'm in pain,
so now I'm in vain.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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