Blind

Be grateful for our eyes

It's dark,

Very dark,

A keen sense of hearing and smelling,

He was always alone in that dark place,

Alone and low,

Treated as a nuisance,

Their world was different of ours,

A world of darkness,

But he always knew,

that in that darkness,

There was a little light,

That lit up his world,

The little light was God,

Guiding with him all the way,

This was the world of a blind.

Reviews

[Summer D.]

Thank you for the friend request. Even though you haven't previously reviewed any of my work; I always like to poke around the requesters profile a bit. I'm quite pleased I did. You have a short and beautiful way with words.

I don't particularly like the saying, " You don't know what you've lost till you've lost it." But it's truth does ring true.... some times.

My recent experience with braces taught me that much.
My ability to speak.... and sing... is something I hold dearly.
My eyes, are something I hold even more dearly.

This poem rings true.
In all it's beautiful and magnificent phrasing.

Thanks for the friend request. Sorry for the late get-back.

*100*

[rjrodriguez]

I always thought that if i lost my sense of sight, i might not know how to live in this world. first of all, i won't be able to draw, which is my primary recreation activity and my past time. second, i won't be able to see the world, it's beauty, and maybe have no inspiration for writing anything whatsoever. and i won't be able to read great pieces of literature like this one. :)