Thine Own Eyes...

my eyes are asking:
hey dude, are you not wasting your sight?

you should have watched
bay bodies
rather than look for words,

hey eyes, i own you
and if i want, i can waste all of you
on words.

where am i? the eyes are angry
but there shall be no tears.

i am the owner of my eyes
and i have always wasted them on
words.

till they close forever
but always without tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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