Opened Eyes

Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.

Even in the midst of chaos and conflicts
They believe this is not their world affected.
Sadness sits on their shoulders like boulders...
And still a resistance they hold has gotten older!

They camouflage their tears...
In denial and covered ears!

Groomed on reality...
So many have been saved.
Those still nibbling on leftovers
Of fantasy,
Are addicted to it in such a sad way.

And today...
Opened eyes will help those survive!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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