Bind my eyes Ominous clouds of gray Your distorted truths Words you have spoken Their hold upon me Your own insecurities
submitted to the Poetry Circle
to prevent my sight.
With darkness try
to block out the light.
sweeping all around.
Failing to cast shadows
upon my ground.
no longer cloud.
My sight, you will
never again shroud.
with harshness abound.
Now only remain
a distant hallow sound.
no longer does exist.
Growing strong I am
now able to resist.
I now refuse to bear.
I have taken the time
my wounds to repair.
Gitte©
March 2, 2001
