Blindman's Bliss

I sit in the darkness
and wait
for time to stop
As it goes on
I wonder how to follow

My heart
Was not made
Of the same materials
My soul was not
meant
To live in such a time
And my spirit
lacks the strength
To wade
Through the waters
of this constipated life

I wander out
Into the light
Into the day
The fall of sun
and drench of rain
Both mysterious
Timeless
I look out
past the concrete rows
padded pavement
Buildings, roads
At winding vines
and mountains high
Draping willow silhouettes
Sunset sky

My teardrops hide
Inside my mind
And I pretend to smile
At the things
These humans take pride in
I smile for their sake
Their ignorance
And the bliss
that trails behind it
I do not tell them
About the blindfold
Removing it
Would do nothing
But cause pain

Their spirits
Are slowly engulfed
By a self-deceiving force

The blind
Cannot see such things
The paralyzed
Will not feel
The deaf
Cannot hear such things
Who can tell
what is real?

Their spirits
Are slowly engulfed
By a dark and empty purpose

Reviews

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Real observatation..... their world is different.... nice poem.

[Tom Chan]

this piece is emotional. i loved it :)

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

Ooooh...I loved this piece! It was strong, emotional, and had a hint of darkness behind it. You have taken the time to weave a piece which bleeds a purpose, and I find it to be fantastic...wonderful work, I love it = ]

-Brittany

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Had to read this twice it was so good♥