Psych Ward 3/29/2015
Pacing up and down the halls like a big cat at the zoo. Anger intensifies into rage, sex drive either on hiatus or nonexistent from the , from the meds. All different eyes stare back at me eyes blue and clear as a mountain stream, brown with a fire burning behind them. Eyes complacent and uncaring, eyes filled with a tenderness.Some with an ignorant look of blissful unawareness…and then there’s my eyes:Turning from brown to yellow to orange to red…The very colors of fireA fire inextinguishable but very distinct eyes unveil every emotion. Like a curtain opening at the theatre. Love, joy, panic, disgust and anger. Everyones invited to the show,
but be forewarned;What you’re about to see, may be disturbing.
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