Opened Are The Eyes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Opened are the eyes,
Returning from trips...
Fantasized,
On cruises through delusions.
And appetizing on denials,
Fed to have made them sick.
With minds twisted.

Opened are the eyes,
Wide to realize it recognized...
Their lives to live they have created.
With every nuance to ignore,
Left to escalate.
Believing time to waste,
Affords to allow unending debates.

Opened are the eyes,
Now can see to no longer disbelieve...
Pointless is the playing of the blame game.
Pointless is inflicting of their own pain.
Pointless are the eyes now can see,
Doing unto others will not relieve...
Agonies to suffer that their sisters and brothers,
Receive.

That's what,
An awakening to truth does.
Doing unto others will not relieve,
Agonies to suffer that their sisters and brothers,
Receive.