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Those MorningsSometimesThose Mornings by ~catsandclarinets
I wake up and
The world seems a little dim.
My head is quiet and
I walk through the day
As a zombie,
Wading through
Chatter behind my back
Eye rolls at my behavior
Assumptions of my reason
For acting the way I do.
I am unable to explain,
Even here,
Because I don’t even know why
Myself.
I just open my eyes
On those mornings
And know.
checkered linoleumToday I walked through the halls of my schoolcheckered linoleum by ~catsandclarinets
Hearing the clamoring voices around me,
My own conversation blending in.
My shoes make soft noises against the checkered
linoleum
But I can’t hear them.
I hear only the rush of people passing by,
Shouts and curses,
Lockers slamming.
The clocks on the wall
Tick away the minutes until
All of us can escape.
Some days, I don’t want to leave-
I want the same schedule
The same friends
The same lunch.
I want the future to remain an enigma,
Forever on the horizon-
Never quite close enough
To see.
eyesThere is a certain rush of fear you geteyes by ~catsandclarinets
When you have bad vision.
It’s so trivial,
But it’s terrifying,
When you think about it.
The image in front of you is blurry,
The person across the street is a mass of unfocused colors
The words are the page are squiggles.
Over the years, it gets worse
And then the occasional panic sets in,
Fleeting,
Only momentarily,
But it’s enough to shake you up.
Your eyes don’t work like they’re supposed to.
They don’t work
They don’t work
They don’t work.
Sta.sh
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