POEM STARTER
Write a poem from the point of view of an eye who has seen too much.
Seer
I can no longer see the world
There are no rose colored glasses.
the truth has now unfurled
Now time passes like molasses
All hope is gone
I can’t close, I cant shut
I guess again ill wait till dawn
but, I can’t, it’s too much smutt.
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