Blind Eyes

AD8CD66B-0793-4DD4-9EA3-9BB3941C1450.jpeg

Blind eyes of storms 

we’ve created 

have erased

immeasurable 

beauty

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
This entry was posted in haiku, human rights, humanity, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.