that's how I feel,
like a half-written poem
or a sketch
waiting to be inked
or
better yet
a book
with the last pages torn out
- yes
that is how I feel,
like I was whole
but someone
rubbed out my eyes
smudged them over
and left me blind;
a couplet
but only half a couplet
with that rhyme hanging
unfinished
and waiting.
~Jing