INVERSION

I look through eyes

Which seem to be blind

Searching for beauty

I cannot find

 

I listen with ears

That must be impaired

I only hear words

Which make me scared

 

I think with a mind

That cannot deduce

Why am I here

And what is the use

 

I feel with a heart

That searches for love

But it’s only you

That I can think of

BOEMS BY JA 544