Close My Eyes

I close my eyes upon the world
wishing that it could be for good,
but I have things left to do and no one
can do them for me — 

I have said that
so many times
I must hold myself to it.

If there’s no world here
when I wake up, I will 
stretch my arms out and 
take what I find in first grasp
and make a new one with it —

now I’ve said it, I must
hold myself to it; even if
I am unwilling to build
an entire world from 
scraps and pieces I am now
obligated.

If there’s a world there,
a different one or one slightly the same
as the old, I reluctantly promise
to come back in —
there, now I’ve said it. 

I should
hold my tongue more.
I should. I don’t like this feeling — 
promising myself into pain —
but it’s a habit now, this 
eyes-open thing, this 
reluctant survival.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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