The blind

Lost in the dusk of the upcoming sun,

And trapped in the stars of the childs eyes,

Live the misfortunate and blind.

 

The lost wander unknowingly of the wonder they encounter.

 

In the angst eyes of black crows,

live trapped beneath the sole of the mans shoe,

of the angry and accused.

 

The slice of a peach blocked by the seed,

In the comfort of a graden toward with walls,

The beauty is unknown.

 

There is nothing of the sun,

but the next morning. The men all see,

No point of the boys gaze at the stars,

Its just childs play. The men all say.

 

Its sad how lifes beautys are so unknown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Lost in the dusk of the upcoming sun,
And trapped in the stars of the childs eyes,
Live the misfortunate and blind.
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Lost in the dawn of the upcoming sun,
And trapped in the stars of the child’s eyes,
Live the misfortunate and blind.

I was wondering if you wanted to use "dawn" instead of "dusk" in there...in the first stanza...good to read your work...

[Andrea Vargas]

I do like dawn better. Thank you :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...

[Sami Khalil]

trapped in the stars
of the childs eyes.
Nice write.

[stars are far]

That was so beautiful..

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

This was beautiful, I love how you word things in a manner that requiers much thought.

[moo to the world]

ooo i like this a lot i must now read your other stuff