Their breath, goes somewhere yours cannot
Their eyes, closed to us but always wide open
Their dreams, becoming a deep foggy void
everything is known, yet unacceptable
Their emotion, dragging another knife
across a loathed reflection
another shard from a bleeding mirror, as thoughts never are
frozen in ice
Their lives, bowing to invisible dictators we can’t see with open eyes
Our lives, stuck in reality, blinded by what we are,
Turning to stare them in the face, but blinking it aside,
to escape to the comforts we have,
unable to look past our simple principles,
for we are the ones with no eyes.
Maya Weber is a student at Oakland School for the Arts in Oakland, CA.