The Black Eye

An obese plodding shadow

far from perfect yet so remarkable,

I’ve tied my tongue in knots 

trying to describe the black eye, 

it’s hidden in the dark

I can’t pretend I know the workings

of a wild mind, unleashing the untamed, 

desire’s left me pining the pursuit, 

each mile’s made me wary

many a time have I forgotten 

what this world means to me, 

standing face to face with apathy 

time’s an indulgence when you’re free