Near sighted

Distracted by a white picket fence, thought painted home my defense

An ideal love with children there, growing green grass not a care

While all around the world turns, people die while peace burns

Under a blackened sky, I turn a closed myopic eye

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A poignant write for our times. We all need a haven of safety particularly in these times of world conflict. An escape mechanism. An escape from the harsh realities taking place under our noses. It doesn’t mean we don’t care. It can often mean we are hurting too much. Have a beautiful day Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for your read and understanding comment it is as always most appreciated