Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Blind Poem

The world was once so full
And now there is nothing.
A blank page, an empty scroll
A closed book, a searching soul

Once was light and now darkness
All light has failed to shine
I’ve searched and searched and cannot find
The sight that once was mine.

In a moment you can lose
All that you have known
In a moment you can choose
To keep what should be grown.

In darkness and confusion I stumble over a chair
I don’t know where it came from; I did not see it there.
Do I move one more step? Do I even dare?
When every step I take could send me falling, falling, falling

These things remain to me
I can feel, I can hear
But is that enough to be free?
Is that enough to once again see?

Take a step; find a snare
Turn one way; turn to where?
Noises, voices; all around
If I speak will you hear the sound?

Calling, crying, loudly trying
Let my voice reach your ears
Please take pity on my tears.
I am wasting all these years; not seeing you.

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