By Sam Pink
One of the regulars at the bar in town
always wears an eyepatch.
One night
my friend got drunk enough
to ask him why.
The guy said
because
when he was younger
his dad
hit him in the eye
and now it’s all fucked up.
He lifted the eyepatch
and showed us.
The eye looked up somewhere
off into the distance.
Like it was
part of a different mind
thinking something else.
Sam Pink is a writer, poet and artist from Chicago @sampinkisalive
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One thought on “Eye-Patch”
Great poem; a punch in the heart.