I like the concept of the writing.. To find something to even compare to the beauty in your love's blue eyes. *sigh. That is so nice. Yes, it is a big wide world. I think we remain prisoner's because we lack enough money to live as we really would like. But, the rich are also enprisoned in their own traps. I would never want to be rich and famous. Imagine not even being able to walk down the street or go to a store. That would be a constant gulag life.
i can relate to wanting to see more than just the four walls, but how sometimes it's so hard to just get up and move out of the depression or the lethargy. i think you could add more to this. maybe to expound more on the colors you could see, 'cause i liked the ending with the blue eyes... keep it up!!
GOBALATA is funny. What really suck about your poem is that you didn't answer it, I've been looking for the answer to this poem for a long time. Does romantic companionship just plain make people lazy or what? Well, I'm going to China next week, but you can't come with me and my eyes are dark brown.
Interesting piece, and I feel like this after a convention or a particularly good weekend... its like i come crashing down and all the pretty colours are suddenly gone, and it seems very hard to find them again for a while.... nicely done, as per usual hon :)