Closed minds can't read.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason

An asymmetrical spectacles adorn your view.
A simple misunderstanding, a bias from you.
Incoherently reading for the origin of this hand.

The convulsion scribble message.(It's what you want.)
I can't let it win, no I can't let it in.
Tell them to go away from my door.
I don't want to see their face anymore.

But its broke by you.

A tyrannical event for destruction today. (A viewing.)
Come one come all, lets go to play. (And set this on fire.)
Incoherently reading for the origin of this hand. (Misty perception.)

But I can't let it win, no I can't let it in.
But it's broke by you.

Nothing of what I saw... (What's wrong?)
But it's wrote by you. (A song.)

But it's broke by you.
A collision of hope and want.
Reading with calloused eyes.
It's been broke by you. (My song.)

My apparatuses of emotion.
Now broke down lacking attention.

My apparatuses of romance.
Blind from your stance.
Why is there no chance?
For support.

Let us leave it alone to die in piece.
To look up only to the stone above its head.
Resting easy with what should have been said.
Smiling inside eternally, it never had the chance to live.

Because in the mind of simple misunderstanding it's already dead.