My heart, it has been broken apart.
As tears flow freely they violently surge. Rushing forth, forcing a river through tiny shattered shards.
Scattering salvageable remnants of my soul farther and farther from reach.
As I grope about, on bent knees, it is as if I finally see.
Tears pool like lenses, the more I let go, the more clear life becomes.
Yet every time I blink the world fades back to blurry anonymity.
I strain to see before my eyes tire again and tears shed to the ground.
All I get are frantic fish-eye glances at a clinically uncaring world staring back.
K. B. Silver
I have always been fascinated by the fact that water pooling on the eyeball can make my vision become clear, yet when I have been fitted for contacts over and over again, they did absolutely nothing. Not any of them. It was like I was, well staring straight through flowing water.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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