Through Tired Eyes by: Tori Pehala

Victoria Pehala, Student Writer

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Through tired eyes,  I see that the sun shines through the curtains.

Through tired eyes, I see the same room every day,

Through tired eyes, I see the same clothes, the same shoes, and the same face in the mirror.

Through my tired eyes, I see everything that I always see,

Through tired eyes, I see the same places,

And see the same thing that happens every other day.

And through my tired eyes, I read,

I read of far off places, and worlds.

I read of better things,

And I wish that my tired eyes can see those places, and be tired no more.