Blood Shot Eye

Blood Shot Eye

Blood shot eye

The wind whistling

The bins banging

The storms just ahead

As the ground shakes

Echoes in my head

A pen and ink

The words do sink

Into the soft pillow of a page

There to stay until the words gradually fade

As someone paints an emoji face

Now on a Facebook page

Flicking through electric pages

Pixelated

Just fixated

Excellent rate

Page after page

A poem worth debate

A blood shot eye

I absolutely hate

Soon the wind dies away

The bins stand still

The earth spins round

The storm is passed

A poem lost and found

A blood shot eye

Unfortunately, still around

Toria

13/1/2023