My Third Eye


I have a third eye,
You don't see it though.
I have a third eye
That enables me to know
What others think,
And what they feel--
They think my third eye Isn't real.

I look into the depths of their souls.
I know their hopes, dreams, and goals.
How silly are these mortal beings
who think I have no third eye.

With my third eye I see
What they dare not think;
With my third eye I see
things to make any heart sink.
Things of such unknown horror
Traipse through my every thought.

Yet, In a second
I would trade my third eye
For a heart that feels
Instead of sees.

© Rebecca Jane Morse


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