Plaster Fix
A oozing interference causes doubt
that everything I care about
is truly not just in my head
where dense dreams are bred
and ignorant sanctuary from what I think I know
about depression, myself, where my thoughts will go
at night, I'm losing the light
brought to me by photocopy hands
proving I'm as malleable as my fears demand
My concept of love is underlined
with overdependent selfish cries
and despite being self aware
i can't bring myself to care
enough to change
not even for us
not for God
hope is not within range
I do not have the proper mod
I have come to believe my eyes are blue
windows to the soul they tell me and you
I guess that's the reason why
I can't bring myself to look into your eyes
Copyright © Mary Grinder | Year Posted 2018
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