Stained Monochrome Wings

If Eyes are the Doorway to the Soul, I'm Surely Fucked

05-19-12 (revision 12-29-15)

My vision obscured

twisted and anamorphosed,

and controlled by this pane glass wall.

Limited in soul,

because of this small square;

true beauty lurking

hiding

behind these panes

sealing my soul,

smudged vision, a blurred soul.

The window to my heart,

forever obscured and blocked off

behind these spectacles.

My vision's imperfect

contorted and cracked,

tinted and torn;

Failed, lied to by

these bifocal lenses upon my nose

Eyes are the gateway to the soul,

mine is locked beyond,

slandered by obscenity;

these frames

shape

my

soul