Without The Tint

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Taking off the rose-tinted specs.

Submitted: October 09, 2017

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Without The Tint

 

It hit me like a ton of bricks,

my vision, me, it’s fooling,

making things seem better

when my life, it is unspooling.

Better take them from my face,

start seeing what is real,

in spite of the conviction

that, with it I will not deal.

 

Before I give in to the impulse

to put them back upon my face,

better just destroy them,

not leave even a trace.

Those rosy colored lens

I have crushed in to the ground,

not a single trace remains,

no part can be found.

 

I’ll stumble through the darkness,

and I’ll scrabble through the grey,

but even almost instantly

I know I’ve lost my way.

Too many unseen pitfalls

spring up to make me trip,

I’m loosing any chance, it seems,

to ever keep my grip.

 

The kidding could not carry on,

things are so far from right,

I’ve struggled and I’ve fought with them

But can’t keep up the fight.

The urge now is to disappear,

alone, away to creep

to surround myself in darkness

where the shadows are so deep.

 

I’ll blink my way now through this mist,

I’ll remain another day,

but how long until depression

makes me let it have its way.

Better to see what really is,

than to myself just lie,

even when reality

just makes me want to cry.


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