Blindfolded

It talks about the darkness that prevails in this world. How people criticize the good path bad and try to bring others down.

A man is a man of his words,
Is this true, my only fear.
How I shown but they never saw it.
But when he spoke, even the birds knew it.

It feels so dark in here,
Stars shine but not yet there.
Clear streams lose their way,
They get mixed with dirt and get as grey.

Why are they walking southwards,
Pushing me through their way.
Working under the tables,
They don't give me a good pay.

The wrong man is in charge, please help.
Can you see the spark, are you there?
Alas! There is no use trying,
And here comes the end of my fateful might.
Where goodness feels so criticized,
I lost myself in that blindfold night.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[A.G.]

Great write my lovely friend (: I like how you get the meaning through with clear streams and shining stars, as well as the rest of your poem. But those were my favorite lines. Goodness in people is now looked down upon and the wrong things are praised. Very interesting. I loved it! Thank you for sharing.
-Angelina

[AZ]

Thanks a lot for your appreciation. Hearing from a magnificent poet like you is a great deal of happinessi n it self :))

[A.G.]

Smiles, your welcome AZ 😊