Losing Sight


Why was I given these eyes that hide
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching
For a loving soul?
It feels as though I’m wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though I drown in longing
Drinking evermore this thirst.

Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.

Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.

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