MY EYES GROW TIRED

My eyes

grow tired

of the light

of the screens;

sunshine

never

hurt them,

nor the gray

light

of short winter

days. This

abyss of humanity,

this Pandora's Box

opened,

this black hole,

does. Wretched,

we have all the horrors

cut on the bodies

of the innocent

on our screens.

03.-07.06.2025