Poem -

The Eye

The Eye

Nausea as my head spins
It begins again.
This drunken feeling creeping in.
I had it since I was 10.
I think too much
As Underland spirals
around in my head.
Sometimes it's amazing
other times I wish I was dead.
Perhaps I'm dead already 
and I'm just living with ghosts?
Perhaps I'm living with a broken head
Yet my heart hurts me the most.
At least I learned a lesson
Always take care of me first.
Putting your hope in others feels great 
Until the bubble bursts.
Then all you thought were loyal
Have betrayed you all along,
The world is no longer a dream
And existence no longer a song.
Just an endless longing for death
Oh how I envy the dust.
It's happy and loose when it moves along 
And blows freely in the gust.
But I am chained to the centre
As I watch my life swirl round.
They think I have a choice in this
But really I'm just as bound.
I don't know which direction to take
But I know he will always be there,
watching every move I make
with his pale, blue eyed stare.
I believe he's lost his other eye
He cast it into the world
and now he wants it back,
Once wisdom, his foolish little girl.
 

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