Spectations

A study, of words, in crimson, sometimes blue, rarely yellow.

My Eyes are Closed.

I wake up in the morning,

I go about my day,

But my eyes are closed.

I hear the cries,

I sense the pain,

But my eyes are closed.

He is sent to an orphanage,

She is sold at the going rate,

But my eyes are closed.

He smokes his dreams away,

She is brutally violated,

But my eyes are closed.

He dies in an alley all by himself,

She puts an end to her misery,

But my eyes are closed.

Nature runs it’s course,

Humanity suffers & burns,

But my eyes are closed.

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