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A Poem by Angelreads
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The boy who couldn't see, saw the deepest parts of hell.

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He was only 7 when he went blind.
What the kids said,
he didnt mind,
but it was the little things.
The things he never quite thought he'd lose,
suddenly became all that he'd lost.

So this boy,
this boy who no longer saw the world,
didn't mourn for the lost,
but longed for a reason to care.
His mind was possessed by the hunger of light,
consumed by the urge to feel,
and hung by the unknown of being.

© 2013 Angelreads


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Added on October 20, 2013
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