Challenge
Write about not being able to see ahead of you.
Any genre, prose or poetry.
Eyes
it’s the fog
suspended above the ground
it’s the ashes
raining down
it’s the brick wall
proudly standing
it’s the cloth tied
round your head
and all in all
you can’t see what you saw
unless you do what you did
and remove the lid
cause broken eyes
don’t work
and fog
distorts
and ashes
land in your blurry eyes
and walls
block
and cloth
blinds
but you have
two hands
so clear the fog,
put on a hat
or glasses,
break down
that wall,
and cut up that cloth
for the people whose eyes
don’t
see it
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