Paula Moore

United Kingdom

 

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She sees; the sea.

In suffering, she sees.

The sea sees.

Colour blind she sees.

She cries for her colours.

 

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Her eyes are bleached now

from last pockets of wonder.

She pains at her memory

but taken not lost,

her guardianship was stole.

 

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Colour bleeds away,

it’s too dark to see.

A blindness takes over

so now she moves blindly

as she seeks to see.

 

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Sometimes riotous

she moves in blind rage

but she cries now, in anger.

She sees she is dying

but still; she seeks to see.

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