My line of vision
I see a shelf of knowledge full,
an empty door,
dates long past,
things not needed,
a patch I earned,
half a lion,
a branched out stick,
two scarves of red,
a mirror mirror made of gold,
three teddies guarding in a row,
one small mess, 300 pills,
one television weighing as much as an eel.
One weapon, one crate, one eye to the world,
things I have wasted, something about to die.
A cutter, a crier, and a wanna be drunk,
and the light illuminating the things I have thunk.