Poems from Whovi
To rip my eyes out
Would be a blessing.
To be unable to see
This crap cluttered world
Curled into a ball
That falls through time and...
She goes through life
Quiet and submissive
Dismissive
Always permissive of what other people want
Always saying "sure"
Instead of "yes"...
I see, I hear, I touch, I smell, I taste
My senses
My senses are bringing in too much information
Thoughts are forming
Swirling around in...