my maladjusted eyes
November 30th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
i feel it.
pounding
like a headache.
approaching
like a bouncer.
this thing,
this thing inside
makes its way
towards the door.
and turns the knob
(oh god, not now)
and lets
a little light
(natural light)
in
(you would think
the opposite)
on my
maladjusted
eyes.
my maladjusted eyes.
God.
how long has it been?
(how long’s it been
since I’ve seen the Coast?)
The shore goes on
even though I don’t see it.
Rhythmic.
Undying.
A thing that exists outside my control
but not yours.
Its been so long!
I feel it would pull me below
ankles in the undertow,
over hands and brows
temples seething cooled
(why do I let it come to this?)
My maladjusted eyes.
Why don’t I see?
Or though seeing, unbelieving?
This (doubt)
will be the End of me.
..and would that be so bad?
would I mind?
If I gave in
and let it,
Start over
believing
(Like a Baptism of sorts)
Could the old man die?
But a belief
that I would be brought back to life-
knowing
expecting it to?
Like the Waves,
Perpetual
Untimed, but rhythmic
My falls and woes
ebbs and flows,
(Something
you always knew would happen)
and I wouldn’t mind.
(If it was You,)
I wouldn’t mind.
