I once wrote a line in a poem
That read, “I am afraid like I
Am at home in the darkness.”
That was when I was younger
And didn’t fear the darkness
As I do now.
I know it’s kind of dumb
But I fear more criminals
Are lurking around each corner.
They might be in dark clothes
Or something I can’t see.
And recently my eye sight
Has been going
But I haven’t mentioned it
To anyone, because sometimes
I imagine I can see everything
Clearly and am able to
Fool myself for a few days
Thinking that everything is in focus.
Until the next street sign comes along.
Don’t you notice how mostly every
complaint begins with a certain level
of blindness?
Last night someone drove past my house
Stopped in the front of my driveway
And opened the door to his car.
All the while I was looking out my window.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
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Papo, thanks for your support at my site. You have to continually post new entries though if you want more views. Also gotta send everyone you know an e-mail (once every couple of months) to remind them that you are still there. Talk to you soon. Post something new brother.
Papo, give us something new. Something from a scrap of paper.
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