There will be moments in my life
where my eyes
will become blind
to the goodness of strange people,
or the acts they so-call kind.
My eyes will only focus
on the hardship and ordeals,
the hatred and self-turmoil.
Black, grey, and white
Replace the colors
that were once vivid and bright,
and exposed self-pity
will fill the void
in the mind.
My eyes will become blind
to the loveliness of the world
because it's a matter of time
they come to realize
the world is colored with dull crayons
and painted smiles.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Thơ Cawhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
