311. Blind

Eyes see, they don’t perceive.

Your eyes cry, but you won’t hear.

Eyes are blind to conclusions;

As the head will refuse to peer,

Where its’ truths lead to confusions…

And spill out bloody tears,

From acknowledgments’ contusions.

Eyes see, they don’t conceive.

Your eyes cry, but you ignore,

Observations which conflict,

With who (you feel) you are at your core;

And question what you constrict,

To the foot of reality’s door.

Your ‘facts’ they are too strict.

Knock-knock. Will you open the door?

K. Aldaya, 7/11/15