Blind to the world
But looking away
Hiding in darkness
Middle of the day
Afraid to look up
Where eyes may be roaming
Or teeth, bared and violent
Mouths snarled and foaming
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Blind to the world
But looking away
Hiding in darkness
Middle of the day
Afraid to look up
Where eyes may be roaming
Or teeth, bared and violent
Mouths snarled and foaming