BlindedA Poem by Laz K.The real drama begins after the show is over.Oh blind, blind, poor man . . . no eyes, no sight Tell me, were you blind from birth? -- Oedipus at Colonus. the curtain falls on an eventful life of struggles and strife, and a blind journey through the dark mesmerized, the world watches the fall of a meteor, eyes and mouths agape hearts and minds trembling in awe once we've spoken our lines and carried out our ignorant deeds another play begins behind the heavy curtains of our eyes that let no man scrutinize our pain, or the smoldering ashes of once brightly burning passions a private spectacle is staged by desperation viewed by gods that sit on high seats in the dark: silent, unmoving, hard-to-please so we play on, and this time with conviction with real tears flowing from the black holes our eyes and hearts used to be © 2020 Laz K.Featured Review
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