The Left Eye’s Lament.
Well, I thought this was posted here, but I can’t find it, so here it is again..
The Left Eye’s Lament.
Oh! Left eye, so sweet, and somewhat egg shaped,
Your sclera so white, like that of a snowy day,
Not yellow with jaundice or sleep deprivation red
nor alien black or grey ‘cause it’s dead.
Your contempt for me burns through my vitreous,
as if it were mere saline from a tear!
My envy of your dominant position
turns me the same Green shad of your iris.
I seek only your approval,
Yet you seek me to develop a conjunctive virus.
Your immaculate macula, central in my vision of you,
The stigma of your astigmatism, everything’s askew
Oh how can I go on seeing, without my optic nerve
You took it from me like a heart removed, an act surely undeserved
Oh Left Eye so dry for me,
I’m sorry I shed a tear,
Your vision is bad, and you make me sad,
get a patch, I’m out of here.