A spark from a bulb electrified in sequence,
full force energy raging to explosive destruction,
illuminating to the eyes of the blind.
But I still could not see it.
Blinded by my impatient mind spill, I stood in front of the light that oath to turn my dreams to reality but I dimmed the lights with my ever-fitting shades.
The shades that blocked my eyes to comfort. The comfort that I craved so much.
Now I'm stuck.
The shades dimmed to the subtraction of vision, blocking away my sight to see my well-needed light.
__Shawnavan Earle
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TALES OF A CONFUSED MIND
PoetryThis book has been years in the making. It contains a cluster of poems, not inane sequence or storytelling form but rather all falling under a similar theme. Some of poems are a bit personal to me but most of them are character based.I tend to imagi...
