Blinded
You look at me
With your
Eyes of a mouse
A fleeting glimpse
And I see
Everything
The hurt
The pain
The love
The joy
And everything
That brought you
Here
Took
You there
And I know instantly
That this
Could never be
And I saw
All of this
In a passing
Moment
And I wish
Sometimes
That I could see
Everything else
So clearly
All of
The time
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 30th Apr 2014 12:08
Splendid theme, well-expressed. The empathy factor of some persons is unexplainable. I appreciate also the final thought - good ending - leaves the reader engaged past the poem's personality.
Isn't it the aim of us all - to write a work that is a new thing - complete in itself?