Blurred Faces

Thu, 09/26/2013 - 18:00 -- K.M.A.L


It’s like a new world

Vision blurred

People wave their fingers in my face

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two wait now three you know I can see that right”

But I can’t see not really

Because it’s all blur and without these glasses at the tip of nose

The world confusing and warped

All these missing faces coming towards me

I fear them. . .

I fear what I can’t see

The future is blurred to me

And I pray every day that this thing on my face doesn’t fall off

That I don’t have to watch them be crushed  

That the images don’t become shaky

And blurred

With lifeless faces

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