Through The Eyes Of The Blind

''What a blind person needs, is not a teacher, but another self'' - Helen keller

The sweet chirping of the birds
broke my deep slumber,
as I felt the warm silken threads
of the sunlight caress my eyes.

I dreaded opening my eyes,
not seeing the golden rays,
not seeing the beautiful birds.
My mind conjured up
an imaginary scene
of the joys of life,
as my eyes, pining for
the tiniest speck of light,
opened to the darkness
of my life,
my world.

My mind shrieked in pain,
as the black curtain of blindness
squeezed me in it's dark folds,
tighter and tighter.
My strength running out,
I give in to the illness.
My eyes cold , lifeless,
stare fixedly into the dark wide emptiness,
in me, around me, about me.

Life has become a constant pity,
as day by day,
I lose my hope, my vitality,
and live to die, the ultimate Death,
face the eternal obscurity,
One final day.

Author's Note

Blindness is said to have many causes. But the agony and torment that each blind person suffers from is the same.. I hope you understand what I've tried to depict! Do review and tell me!

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"deep slumber,
as I felt the warm silken threads
of the sunlight caress my eyes.

I dreaded opening my eyes,
not seeing the golden rays,
not seeing the beautiful birds."

[A. Amos]

as day by day,
I lose my hope, my vitality,
and live to die, the ultimate Death,
face the eternal obscurity,
One final day.

Your messages are powerful and yes blindness is mother of poigant.... Very well written

[00000000000000000000000..]

It was filled with depth and I loved it very much. I knew a blind man he lost his sight due too a motorcycle accident many years ago, He is awesome built his entire home him self it was beautiful!

[Michael G. Smith]

This was sad that the blind person could not count there blessings of life but opted for only the tribulation of their strife.

[Antoñyo]

Clever piece, this one...an interesting choice, and topic for a writer to explore.
I've been around the blind enough to know of their torment, sometimes deadened by the fact that some don't know exactly what they are missing but the longing is there as well as the feeling of isolation. For others who have lost the sight they once possessed, there is a mental anguish almost unbearable at times... The sheer will to go on, and the encouragement and help of others is invaluable, but sadly, not always there. Loneliness multiplied, for whatever reason, is more hell than most of us could ever grasp.
Thanks for this awesome reading.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Even though one is blind the effects of it are just as if you have lost a love one...I heard the perception of the other senses are more...which seems to be what you are conveying here in the verse...the emotions are enhances and the memories of what was are now even more with the agony of being blind...of course...I'm not blind just giving my opinion...no based on fact...except for the perception of the other senses is magnified...that is true...

[Zoya Sahai]

I totally agree with you. Thanks for the review!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I did my best to convey the read...I'm glad you agree...you're welcome...

[Sherlock]

Wonderful poem great meaning and emotions. keep up the good work !!! write more !

[Reeti]

It is a stunning topic to write on. The misery and torment is, in real life, horrendous, especially for those who once had visual senses. You have reflected acutely on the looming darkness in the life of a blind that arrives every morning until night by means of imagery, tactile and emotional expression. The beginning of the poem appeals to me most because that is when the readers can pin-point the dreadful change in perception.

[Zoya Sahai]

I am glad you understood the concept and thought so well. Thank you so much!

[Vikrantsingh]

Zoya beautifully written and narrated :)

Loved these lines :
Life has become a constant pity,
as day by day,
I lose my hope, my vitality,
and live to die, the ultimate Death,
face the eternal obscurity,
One final day.

Cheers!
Enjoyed it alot..
Singh :)

[Sami Khalil]

"My mind shrieked in pain,
as the black curtain of blindness
squeezed me in it's dark folds,
tighter and tighter.
My strength running out,
I give in to the illness.
My eyes cold , lifeless,
stare fixedly into the dark wide emptiness,
in me, around me, about me."
A splendid poem on the subject of blindness that can be physical , mental , spiritual too. Ignorance and prejudice and evil hate to me are a form of blindness. Helen Keller is so right in her saying for we have to change from within to change the blindness.
Bravo

[Zoya Sahai]

Thank you !! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)