These eyes of mine

bout not wanting to see reality

These eyes of mine are forever closed. Hoping not too see pain. Shutting myself off from the outside. “Living” in my own peaceful world, where I keep myself locked away from reality.

Where every breath I take is filled with happiness. Like a drug it keeps me there. I can't imagine a life without it. A life without that air in my lungs.

I refuse to open these eyes of mine, I am far too afraid of what I'll see. I am afraid that it'll be dark. That there won't be any light. Only darkness.

In the darkness there is no color. There is only suffocating blackness. No blue.  No green. No yellow ………… or red.

 And, if there is no red, the blood that runs trough my veins, what color will that be? Will it be black, just like everything else? Will I even have blood?

But then of course, will it matter? Will I see the blackness, or will reality make a fool of me. Rendering me helpless too a fantasy that it will feed me. A hallucination. An illusion that everything there is as beautiful as it is in my own little fairytale.

I wouldn't know. I have only opened my eyes once. But as soon as I did, they all told me too close them again. For  I would not understand the facts if I saw them then. So I did. I closed them. Protecting them from what people say is a harsh world. Forgetting what I saw in that one moment that I did undo my blindfold. The memory of it: fading away.

I remain. I remain here. Unknowing, As always.

But I don’t mind, I’m happy……………… 

 

 

Author's Note

please feel free too leave a comment, but don't mind my bad spelling.... =)

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A very creative and interesting poem about keeping one's blinders on
so as not to see how the world really is. I enjoyed your poem
very much. It had a lot going on in it.

Tina