No Eyes
All I had left was a man
I told him I was sick and tired of life.
and I laughed and laughed.
and wondered what I was doing.
I was starving to death.
I was all alone
It had never occurred to me
walking those last miles
in the middle of a rush hour,
taking, giving, sighing, dying
I had no eyes.
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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