The Write Journey, Thoughts

the eyes

I need to get pen to paper
Or finger to keypad
But everytime I think
My Image is dashed
By a scream or a plea
To ‘play with me’
Its hard to ignore
A four year olds’
Eyes that implore.

But for those eyes
I would’ve gone
To a space
Far beyond
They keep me involved
And loved
even
When I am less evolved.

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