366 Poems: January 8th, 2016

Night Vision

There’s something deep within my eyes

that takes the sky

and gives it night vision–


a world of colored fractal patterns

that heals the frayed

in red, blue, and green–


but all of that

is just a pretty way of seeing

the darkness–


that all of us have

and all of us hide

until the night comes crawling–


you can tell me I have rainbow eyes,

but they still only surround

the black–


the fear, the cold, the chemicals

that take the darkness

and make it grow–


we cannot see beauty

without the night

that gives a calloused contrast–


but even then,

we must always know

that we cannot hide anymore.



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