Poetry:

Eyes without love

I can't see clearly
So I'm wipeing the dreams from my eyes
The world is sick and frozen
So different from under its cover of lies

I'm bideing my silence
And hopeing this vision inside is mistaken
Because the images tell me
That the world around me is forsaken

I could be afflicted
My sight may be tainted
But I see the maddness so vivid
And I feel the saddess thickly painted

Can I wish to be dreaming again
Rather than just hopeing with cries?
For love to come and find me
So I can wipe reality from my eyes

Thomas McDonley