PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

iving is easy with eyes closed,

misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone

but it all works out.

It doesn't matter much to me.

(Strawberry Fields Forever, The Beatles)







NO SCARS



You wounded me when I could not see

to fight back;

you, the determined dragon.

I vainly recall the harshness of

your voice; yet it comes to me in

nightmare form.

God gave me a gift that I might see,

and I saw your true form.

I realize that you are nothing more

than what you appeared to be,

a would-be politician who loves cigars.

And now, seasons past that day,

I realize how lucky I am.