Stories of grief

I have not slept in years

fearsome of your dying

dreams like rainfall, winter is forevermore

For I lose track

and sleep is like hell, here

for without reality

I bleed and bend the truth like a screw

the wind

the breath the tears

the end. 

I followed the crowd, leaning on the truth

for without a sound

the pollution is anew...

and the end is the beginning and the deaf are finally listening, a grave sound is aloof and now I find the truth. 

for the blind are free, and the beautiful are damned. 

I am a non-believer of finding demand.

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Cheyenne,

A beautifully expressed and most poignant piece of heartfelt writing here that definitely touches me in my life, most especially these following lines that really speak to me of where I am today, this minute:

"the end is the beginning and the deaf are finally listening, a grave sound is aloof and now I find the truth. for the blind are free, and the beautiful are damned."

Marve

[cheyenne s garcia]

All my love - Cheyenne S Garcia

[John the Baptist]

There seems to be a disconnect between the first two stanzas and the last two. You might work on a way to establish a unity through the whole of the poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

The words were strong and understandable.
"for the blind are free, and the beautiful are damned.
I am a non-believer of finding demand."
The above lines. I did like. You described the new world dear friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote