I think this is the first time I have written a poem in at least a year. We will see how this goes.
My eyes are open,
Beauty surrounds
the laughing air.
My eyes are closed,
screaming abounds
I, unaware.
My eyes are open,
Grieving astounds...
comfort nowhere.
My eyes are closed,
Hope is yet found
in my despair.
My eyes are open,
My God surrounds
Before one prayer.
Hey Breana, I like your poem. It says a lot about what you see when your eyes are open and what you feel when your eyes are closed. I like that you are writing as a form of release. Keep it up :)
ReplyDeleteThanks girl!! :) I miss you! I hope you're doing well!!!!
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