I said I would write a poem called my eyes balls hurt when and if my eyeballs didn’t hurt.
Instead, my swollen burning orbs rolled dry for a moment,
I had to,
I had to get down the silly words…
I can’t see my phone right now,
my teary eyeballs refuse,
but at least I got my fingers and I still have my muse.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
