Burn the eye.

Updated: Nov 14, 2022

Winds are ripping apart,

All my dignity and pride,

Nothing more is left to hide,

The slow bleeding in my heart.

May it be for the best,

Battered and bruised,

Pain and agony infused,

My sense of self I bequest.

Am I to live in pain,

Or can I burn the eye,

That suffers the lie,

Of my body in vain.

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