by Linda Fuller

I sit behind my eyes and watch the people
passing by. They walk behind their eyes.
humors vitreous and aquaeous swim
behind barbed wire lashes
shuttered by bruised lids.
barriers not windows.
our souls inviolate, invisible.


Posted on 03/12/2023
Copyright © 2023 Linda Fuller

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/12/23 at 09:14 PM

Excellent! A poem for our times, sadly.

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