Peering into the glare
Whoever's there?
I can't know
With weary eyes
Unwilling to see
Whoever, Whatever
Does it matter?
At this hour
Within this time
Of Noon's glare
Dancing off trees
Everything's too bright
My mind can't decipher
Reflections distant
Staring as eyes
Entirely white
Entirely white
Peering back at me
Through the glare
Whoever's there?
I can't know
With weary eyes
Unwilling to see.
By Lady Lost
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**This is a purely adult work. No portion of this work reflects any issues of child abuse, munchausens, munchausens by proxy, fictitious disorders, multiple personality disorder or any other circumstance wherein the author is at fault. This work does not depict any circumstance, which could logically be deemed as preventable by the author of this work nor by the parents of this author. No portion of this work was written to reflect the life of any child known or not known to the author. This work does not denote any depth of meaning as this is another example of a rapid situational impression expressed by Lady Lost.
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