Just Behind the Eyes
I count my joys and grief
In one set
My prayers flew not beneath
Your hand not to let.
As if to balance the scales.
Sorrows not so melancholy
I ponder at some desires
All no part of some folly
Sinking below beauty's mires
As if to even it out.
What sickness doth lie
Just behind the eye.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2014
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