Apple of My Eye

The apple of my eye

Has left me blind

And the rotting fruit

Has poisoned me to the root.

Now the fruit flies are caged within my lungs

And your words sound bitter on my tongue.

Through different eyes, I see my hopes have decayed

And in me the reality has weighed:

The apple of my eye is now a shriveled, perished, mush

So to survive, out of me it must be flushed.

 

(Revised 3.11.17)