Pious Eyes | Poem

Keep you on the back burn,

A chameleon in the mist.

That chemical concoction,

Just to keep you deep within.

And people think they know you

When you crawl behind my eyes.

Just going into hiding,

Creeping into darker times.

You don’t see like I see—

You won’t feel like they feel.

Keep on and don’t be blue,

Keep on, because they need you—

Push on, and cast your pious eyes .

Sitting on the ceiling 

Talking to myself again:

A prisoner of war now,

Like Satan in the rain.

Reaching far behind me

Looking for those pills.

A jarring bolt of lighting

Sprawling out onto the floor.

Words: D I Hughes