Personal Optics

Thu, 05/16/2013 - 21:45 -- rosey35

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53582
United States
43° 0' 0.1836" N, 89° 58' 52.842" W

When I was young, I saw the world
Through glasses lined with
sparkling pearls.
Shaded blush and tinted rose,
Where everything was good as
gold.
But later when it faded light,
Darkness covered up my sight.
The world was wrong and cold
and new,
A slap in the face with a lackluster
hue.
And wearily I tread my path with
Misery upon my back.
Longed for vision, something
sweet,
Tinted right, with rosy cheeks.
When came upon my only need,
My heart yet sighed for cause to
grieve.
No fulfillment takes me there,
So broken down, beyond repair.
And now, I wish, that I was just
me.
To take off the glasses and with
my own eyes, see.

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