Reflections of my eyes

Seeing differently
the brown not dark but hazel
or is it a tinge of green
the black standing out in its ring poignantly defined
what is normally visible nowhere to be seen
and not even felt in the least
bloodshot veins apparent
yellowness we don’t know why
stretching from what is normally white
to that which is the shelter
even the protector is not in it usual form 
Sunken, deep in its cavity
enclosing, engulfing what is dear
it’s all foreign
not recognisable



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