Closed Eyes

Eyes
Image by Natálie Šteyerová from Pixabay 
I see nothing
	because I don’t want 
	to see.

It’s easier this way
	then I don’t need 
	to think
	to ask questions
	to receive answers
	I don’t want 
	to hear. 

I admit
	pain is sometimes
	too great
	too blinding
	what is the point
	will I learn anything
	new.

It’s torture
	to face the truth
	to admit that there are
	nails in my heart
	mud in my veins
	pins in my soul. 

It’s easier
	to throw a dark cloud
	over my eyes
	smother them shut
	sew them tight
	so I can never
	know the truth.

Author: Antonio Pedro Ruiz

Antonio Ruiz is an ex-junkie-alcoholic, former seminarian, one-time radio host-producer, past community organizer, continuing to be a media advocate, retired television reporter, ex-commission executive director, once a street vendor of jewelry and gloves, waitron (waiter to you), a former bartender who drank too much on the job, an ex-motorcycle courier who learned to ride a bike just for the job, ex-airport shuttle driver, former Entertainment news director-producer, the best time of my life, one-time live TV events red carpet producer-executive producer, ex-small business consultant, ex-youth media and journalism mentor, and now a college student who also has been married three times (thirds the charm), and just couldn't help living with two other women because well, that's part of my story.

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