BlindA Poem by M.S SolisInspired by my disengrating vision
Groping in the dark. Finding my way into the light. Eyes gradually falling into the sinful fog. A wall stood before me A wall of traumatically inexplicable and prurient blackness. Whose dimensions couldn’t be measured. Seeing beauty itself with only my cold fingers to feel. Witnessing colors with only but my ears to heed. With a lifetime’s worth of savor I am left to suffer this gift…
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Added on July 22, 2009Last Updated on July 22, 2009 AuthorM.S SolisLas Vegas, NVAboutI try to find inspiration when I only see disincentives. I seek hope when there is only despair. I hunger for the salvation on the other side but find only downfall. The heavy shackles on my an.. more..Writing
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