Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Dust in my Eye

You are the dust in my eye
which has always blinded me
since I tried to sweep away
all of the dirt in my life,
the harder I try to scrub
away your pained memory
the deeper you envelop
into my scratchy socket.
All that I can do is blink
and pray that you'll fall away
and rinse my eyes in water
forever until that day.

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