Blinding Visions

 

Visions wrap about his eyes and tell

Old stories long since dead, but kept alive

To provide an anchor in his life.

 

Visions dancing, twirling, entrancing the watcher,

Mesmerizing, energizing,

Giving life to what should die.

 

Stone-cold monuments are planted

And watered daily with frozen tears

For the child he nurses deep inside.

 

Keeping them close and always handy,

Sucking them hard like brittle candy,

He savors the wounds of long-past sorrows.

 

Though visions mask the day like night,

Flowers brave the crusty surface of winter snow

And send a melting breath to blur his sight.

 

 

 

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