eye
fixed
staring at the blank paper
thoughts being transferred from
the gray side
hoping shaving my head
was worth the effort
a choice
I made in haste
for retrieving words out of
a blender
is costly
when I add up a dictionary,
electric and time.
eye
views
history of old
life as it opens, folds
still I am searching for
truth
how to express it
in equal shares
feeling like a gambler
with pistol under table
should I cheat myself.
eye
at knife-point
blinks
realizes
no one wants to hear the truth
cries.
Ignited 