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The eyes wouldn’t
catch a glimpse
of the world outside.
Blinded by hatred
the colours
didn’t come alive.

The world
as a dark room.

The eyes
couldn’t fathom
the impending doom.

The eyes fought against
sights of pain, hunger,
and wars,
refused to tolerate
anymore cruel facades.

The views within,
were grim too.
But the commotion
outside was too violent
to consume.
At once, or at all.

Forcibly the eyes
shut itself down.
The world crumbled,
the eyes collapsed.
All too sudden,
felt very real.