Seeing Glass Logan Conrad Could it be Something in the Eyes?

Seeing Glass

By: Logan Conrad I see the world through speckled glass eyes, See the colors and shapes through a clear prism, See cleansed distorted images, Forced through a dusty screen, Before reaching my iris Yet these eyes are not my own, These images not my choice, They were made, Forged in the flexible metal, That repairs my blemished sight, Made clean with mirror ovals, That hide my true apperception, Behind two way glass. For me, Clarity only goes one way, The speckled side is the only one I see, As they peer into two sets of eyes, My vision is forced into one. Just as the blind hone, Sound and Smell, As the crippled rely, On bones not broken, I trust in frames, Made not maimed, And strengthen, Perception that is blind. I see the world through glass eyes, And vision not my own.