Open EyesA Poem by svarevska.anastasijaHello. I’ll not be mean. Just want to ask why do you hold to pain that’s keen? You’re seventeen. Oh God, you’re young. But you’re already that mean. Where are those things that make you smile? Did you feel happy at least for a while? Just look around. What do you see? The forest, lake or raging sea? What do you smell? The mowing? Gas? Or your mother’s Christmas cake? And then, what can you hear? How many sounds to you appear? Is it a bird that sings at dawn? Or your brother giving yawn? Let’s be honest we all think that in yourself you’ve deeply sink. Open eyes, don’t grimly smile, and please, believe me, it’s worthwhile. © 2015 svarevska.anastasijaReviews
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