Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25636022-20141109143657

I have this eye, it's a gift and a curse

This dark vision makes me perceive the worst

My dark eyes, the sight of darkness, it's thirst

Seeing darkness easily, does immerse

Crafted to chill my soul and core inside

Opened by my loss of dear innocence

Across the time; much anguish endured, I'd

I used my eye too much, my own penance

There are days that upon it, I rely

There are days it's so harmful; sometimes lie

Security, it augments; It protects

My feelings, my mind, my life it affects

I hope this eye be closed, wish it's sewn shut

But I'm afraid this eye does not, I can't!

[...was made at year 2010] 