Eye Floater

At a young age the vitreous inside

Our eyes are perfectly transparent;

We see the world for what it is;

And not for what it isn’t.

Imperfections soon emerge with time

Branding shadows on our retinas

Showing us the past in worms

That crawl across closed lids

To feed off insecurities; the ugly

Memories we can’t forget, though

Tried in vain. The worm, the floater,

Always finds them.

Sweet congealed mess living in my head,

The spot on the carpet that won’t go away;

If only I could cry you out.