Opaque Eyes

My world was born as I came to see torn reality.
Breathing in the warm wonders and cold cruelty of others,
blending it all into the fires of experience.

I came to the conclusion of blaming my confusion an ire
of dreams extinguished on outside interference, on the
opportunities chanced upon too late and the
happenstance of broken hands of fate.

In funneled fits of ignorance I placed the wrong importance in
things I knew to be superfluous, I was remiss to think I could not hurt
from this; I stood a silent witness to the mistakes I would come to make.

I watch the other ravens plan an love an €™ learn as I yearn to
take my turn among them, though there's little hope of 
improvement as my black feathers are translucent to opaque eyes.

My world was born anew as I came to see through the gaps
through the cracks of a boarded up reality, of the
truth deep inside staring back at me.

I burned in funneled fits to the hollow husk of who I am
where truth echoes of who Iove been in this world I’m€™ in.
In an echo an echo and an echo I let go and float below as
liquid fire an ire are maiming my desire to be someone else.

I watch the other ravens play an€™ love an€™ learn as I carry
my remains in a broken urn to the wind on wings of wisdom.
My world is born again with the healing hands of loving friends
whispering in the wind.

Depth!...

Hello Octacide...

Hi Leigh, thank you for reading.

I liked the read
welcome

Thank you Teasing, it's always a wee bit nerve wracking when you throw your work to a new wind and test it's wings.