The Blind Man's Tome

A poem I wrote a time ago

There was a man who found a book bound with Gold,

it's pages were without a fold.

The man took up the book,

but only days later he was strucken blind.

But still the man cherished the book he could not read.

He had others in brail not quite as fine,

but one thought could not leave his mind,

it was the book he could not read.

He cursed the god who struck him blind,

hoping him to feel his sadness and his grief.

If he could see but one thing he would wish it to be the book he could not read.

He wondered why those who see,

would pass this book and it's many mysteries.

God he'd beg

every day for his sight.

But his prayers would fall on empty ears,

as he could only sit and think

of the book he cannot read.

To this day he sits and hopes

that one day he may read the book,

if only a single page.

He put the book upon his shelf

for a time he would not know.

Hoping to forget the book

and leave his misery.

In two months time

fate would have it,

the book fell before him.

His mind was blank but upon the feeling of it's golden cover

his memories returned,

sadness in it's wake.

He had read a book,

and working on another,

both written in brail.

But none as great

as the book he could not read.

He had given up,

he'd lost control,

he hated all he was.

Why must he be blind,

while others allowed to see?

He wondered this,

as he cried himself to sleep.

His final thought,

before he drifted off,

was "What will become of me?"

Silence now,

the man may sleep,

but in the morning,

the book he will not read.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The things missed and cannot be done leave us with disappointment. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Autumn Reign]

all i really know what to say right now is
wow!