Blurred Eyes

Once,
 my mind was open to opinion
 the rhetoric displayed 
 in words that a preacher laid
ready, willing to reveal
 the want and desire of the heart's appeal.

Then,
 my thoughts were more focused
 on the constancy of purpose
 the plight of the evolving world
the blunt of nature and humanity as it unfurls
 and the wrath of misplaced swirls.

Now,
 I am but a silent pawn
 rising to the call of a sun's new dawn
 easing back and simply observing
all that nature releases in hurricanes and churniongs
 while forests, homes, and communities are burning.

Today,
 everything has changed
 losing all the efforts and truths we've gained
 and earth becomes strained with terrain rearranged
and suddenly,  we realize
 we see the future with blurred eyes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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