Blind Man’s Loss (poem)

Tell me when I became blind

When I left something behind

Something another will find

Another who treats you more kind

Treats you as one who’s not blind


Tell me when I lost my sight

When did day turn into night

Turn into his charms’ delight

Charms that I polished so bright

Polished while I still had sight


Tell me when I’ll ever see

When will vision set me free

Vision set on what could be

What could future hold for me

Hold for blind man’s hopes to see

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Faith Reaper 4 months ago from southern USA

Sadly, it's not until after we lose someone, then our eyes are open and we are no longer blind.

Interesting poem.

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