EYES as large as acres that see,
some hidden things.
ORBICULAR VISUS are secrets deeply
hidden under divided worlds.
Our smallest of small;
a globe of fragile glass,
Within the smallest of
our hands,
But by it’s Soul and by it’s
Spirit of a heart of Crystal
pass,
Tininess voices through twilight
land be heard,
the most sincerest liar —
the mind suited for war
is our sight
by this night
of all nights
heard.
:: 01-28-2019 ::
E.P. Robles (c) 2019
Categories:
tininess, introspection, poems,
Form: Free verse
The tininess of a child's hand
That should only reach out for love
But instead spitefully twisted
Where pain has no doubt
The softness of skin
That only a child can bring
Until the cigarette is put
And pureness distorted by burning caused
The tenderness of every word
First spoken and on years grown
Polluted by every word sworn
Invaded by more that is learnt
Delicate the child mind
That can so easily be torn
By both that said
A nd every cruel thought unspoken
So loving the young voice
Sweetly asking for belonging
Innocence easily ripped
Passed on a vile disease
Fragile those
Who cannot protect themselves
So invisible those who are so close
Who don't know or care what they leave in disrepair
Not on the breakfast table
Do all the headlines lie
In the safety of their own
So many children die or lose their lives
Categories:
tininess, angst, childhood, life, loss,
Form: Free verse