Third Eye
I died in my third eye
The moment I became Alive
Administered a Dr's hocus pokus
Blinded by a man made drug
Plugged and buried
In my center
Only awakened by a mistaken
Meditated state
In which colors were vividly flowing
In a space of closed eyes
A quieted Mind
To which my third eye replied
Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015
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