Tired and Frail

All these pretty little words may never be seen

By anyone else’s eyes besides me

And I’m coming to terms with the vast, open dream

Where echoes are lost and eyes are unclean


My eyes have been unclean for some time

When I could no longer eat up my rhymes

Even if polite, with a fork and a knife

Maybe because I break the rules for a line


Or two, or three, or four, or five

I just couldn’t bear to do more than survive

The world once was a lovely beehive

But milk and honey flows where eyes are alive


And as I’ve said once, my eyes are ill

And the din of the market is far too shrill

And the bard is disregarded despite her skill

And these words are worn out; they’re tired and frail

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  1. Hope your eyes which are too ill
    And the soul that’s tired and fragile
    Cure soon becoming the one they were before
    And the goodness of world takes away all your sorry
    It’s been harsh days you went through
    Believe in yourself and always stay true
    You cannot shine until you are in dark
    Dear friend, it’s long time talking.. i hope everything upto the mark? 🙂

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