Staring at the
Bleached wall
My eyes trying
To make it
Appear
Like something else
But it is still
Gray
This is useless
Sighs
My conscience
Yet my eyes
Connect the
Wrinkles
On the wall
Staring at the
Bleached wall
My eyes trying
To make it
Appear
Like something else
But it is still
Gray
This is useless
Sighs
My conscience
Yet my eyes
Connect the
Wrinkles
On the wall
A- this is amazing!!! I love both of the poems:)
I love the imagery in this. It makes me think of staring at the ceiling as a kid and trying to see patterns. Thanks for sharing.
That is so meaningful! Nice job of making something out of nothing.