Day 11

Was having a bad night as usual from my night course. I always leave that class with a headache and too many thoughts. Helped with this piece.

Their eyes like flies,

Or aliens with their bright glare,

Hurt my eyes

Without softness, can't compare.

My head bows as  this slight yearns to stab.

An emptiness I can do with, without a doubt.

When stress accompanies me for the night,

I am sure to have that swollen plight.

Tender are my eyes from this ugly thing,

Our chief work; industries moving way.

Author's Note

Critique please ^_^ Thanks.