Slave Of Sight

Fickle is life,

it can change;

but in life also

things remain.

All will judge,

they see your

eyes of gold to

ponder if pure.

Amuse them I

see looks at an

instant they do

lie if they can.

The days send

a shine upon

your skin soft

kissed by dawn.

Who must you

be today dear?

Why be scared

how to appear?

World demand

I do its reasons

people commit

inner treasons.

Do not cater to

all others’ eyes.

They seek belief

in their disguise.

True you to eyes

yours they stay.

Appease none let

your truth reign.

(Image:Pinterest/Animation:Jared Winchester/Content:Jared Winchester)

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Katherine says:

    Amazing poem, Jared.
    Also wonderful picture!

    Liked by 1 person

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