These tired eyes refuse to see any longer.
They absorb the honest future,
And repel the masqued fakeness of the unfaithful.
A strange familiarity reflects off the pools of conflict.
Responses strain to reach the goals of those aware.
Ignorance cannot be blind, for it is the purest of all.
These tired eyes refuse to look past images.
They absorb the quiet nature,
And repel silenced strangers.
A strange familiarity reflects off the pools of conflict.
Responses strain to reach the goals of those aware.
These tired eyes refuse to close upon arrival.
They absorb the differing calmness,
And repel the awakening of the past.
A strange familiarity reflects off the pools of conflict.
Responses strain to reach the goals of those aware.
These tired eyes refuse to be disturbed.
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Reviews of "These Tired Eyes"
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2003
Very Good Writing...now this was something I could feel, and know all about!
~Nikki~
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2003
Well penned and thought provoking.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on June 22, 2003
Thoughtful work. I hope my eyes never get too tired.
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