deepundergroundpoetry.com
Got Something in My Eye
The moment they crowd me
With those inquisitive, mocking eyes
With that foul, sympathetic voice
With that gossipy, blabbering tongue
With that mind so grown, so young
To know why do I cry
I say, "I got something in my eye."
The moment they free me
With that insatiable, careless turn
With that pretentious, ignorant yearn
With that memorable, forgetful spurn
With that regretful, negligible concern
To show they tried to get by
I say, "I got something in my eye."
No, it wasn't a cry.
With those inquisitive, mocking eyes
With that foul, sympathetic voice
With that gossipy, blabbering tongue
With that mind so grown, so young
To know why do I cry
I say, "I got something in my eye."
The moment they free me
With that insatiable, careless turn
With that pretentious, ignorant yearn
With that memorable, forgetful spurn
With that regretful, negligible concern
To show they tried to get by
I say, "I got something in my eye."
No, it wasn't a cry.
Published 29th Aug 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 515
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
