CLOSED EYES

Closed eyes see best
But suffer mistrust and fear
Closed eyes feel best
But no matter its painful tear
It matters not to the open rest

II
The elders say
Children can climb the tallest trees
And will never be able to see the needed
Wrinkled old men sit behind closed doors
With closed eyes
And see as far as far’s destination
Why do old ailing eyes have all the visions?

III
The world gets kinder after every torture
The world gets clearer after every tear
The world gets predictable after every stormy slap
The painful lot is knowing all the amswers in static and rotting mode

IV
Before every breakable breaks
It tastes the pain of pressure
Listen to the eyes
Listen to the closed eyes
Listen to the closed eyes who speak in wide travel
They know best what time hides
The same time which gives brides
And turn them into wrinkled chides
And gives grooms and turn them into worrying dooms
Listen
As they chirp in shrilled tones
Behind sticky and policing eyelids
No matter their predictions
They are the mouths of experience
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Jan. 14, 2017

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