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The Eye

November 7, 2008
By ezsmilesannemarie GOLD, Grand Rapids, Michigan
ezsmilesannemarie GOLD, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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The world, as I see it, is an eye
Filmy with questions, deceit, a lies;
Its ray shines black as it cuttingly bores
Into your own, bleeding at your core;
Fiercely gazing back doesn’t distress
The fierceness of its displayed blackness;
A spark lights and the iris flames
Frying the deceit, continuous blame;
Behind the surface, the eye dies
Cringing as it rots in the midst of lies;
It slowly wastes away in its pretense
Melting in fear at its own expense;
I sit calm, and gaze at the becoming,
Of the eye that perishes into nothing.

The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this poem is how familiar the world is with being like each other, and looking upon those who are different with a dark, blaming eye. I wanted to stress the importance and significance of individuality.

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