In The Night

In The Night short poem

Uploaded by Jamin Benjamin


My eyes itch and burn,
Rubbing them doesn’t help,
Drops by the bottle,
Relief however brief held.

Vision isn’t what it once was,
Bloodshot red pupils dilated,
Restless they wander,
Rolling around irritated.

Fixed on images throughout the room,
Narrow focus makes it worse,
Another bottle of drops,
They won’t be coerced.

Bumps on my eyelids,
Hives among healing,
Impossible through a sense,
Fading and peeling.

Ears perk to hear,
My touch is so delicate,
My taste has improved,
But blindly I lay dormant.

Saving my strength,
Just a matter of time,
Enjoying the light glimpses,
As the ticking hands start to define.

Keeping calm and breathing,
To regain my mind’s eye,
Remembering colors fleeting,
Before I get lost in the night.

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Jamin Benjamin

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Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.
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