Beady

Beady eyes looked out onto the field of vision,
Someone cried, shorter and longer were the shadows;
Locked into a storeroom, other senses quickly returned,
Fitting the behaviour of the past and future.
He was worth eating, worthy of praise as a taste
To the eyes, and the ears will feel hearings of taste.
He swallowed himself, and all the food was hard,
Yet someone cried and fell aghast at the nonsense.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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