Selective Blindness

Selective Blindness

I've watched will fade from ill eyes
I've seen spirit leave its shell
I've found what love covers with high collars
I've been the hidden battered

You've expressed the concern
You've sent the flowers
You've written the check
You've no idea

The disappearance of health
The slipping of life
The bruise from a circle of gold
The reality of being

It's the snake-eyed dice
It's the toll of the bell
It's the shroud over the veil
It's the selective blindness of us all

June 12, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen

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