A blind man's visions, seen
in the dreams of a distant stranger.
Secrets to the path of true happiness,
whispered unto deaf ears.
The gentle caress of a hand
lay still and unfelt to numb skin.
The warm breath that feeds the soul
turns to cold, stale air.
Pure hearts and innocent intentions
will suffer for life's lesson, which are now due.
Cherished moments flea into times past,
becoming only distant memories.
It all happens so fast.
Rightfully owed, the rewards one's fate brings,
only realized by few.
Bound was the man, to his blinded soul,
for he could not see,
entrapped by a jaded love
that was never meant to be.
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