Tristan Robert Lange

Blind

Well, it’s done, ain’t it?

Broken lies the shattered heart

Before the day fades

And gives way to the lonesome dark?

I never before saw it,

Until I was cut by the reckless knife.

Rivers of painful realization

Flow from my once love-filled life.

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written in 2023.