Fozzy

The blind man

He cannot see the morning mist but he can feel the autumn breeze,

He cannot see the trees changing colour but he can hear the rustling of leaves,

He only knows the seasons are changing from the cooler winds outside,

He is used to the fact now he will never be eagle eyed.

But his other senses are heightened by his plight,

The sweet smell,The sweet voice,The sweet touch for which he doesnt need sight,

He lives with how he is with just one big regret,

That on the beach with his love, he cant watch the sunset. 

Comments7

  • L. B. Mek

    'He is used to the fact now he will never be eagle eyed.

    But his other senses are heightened by his plight'..
    there's a glimpse of the memories
    being reminisced, as these words
    are being written,
    and it's adds, a deeper layer
    to your words,
    such a warming read, despite
    its mourning sentiment's, thank you
    for sharing,
    and setting it in that Autumnal
    moody romance, was a great touch

  • Fozzy

    Thank you so much for your observations. I do appreciate them

  • yellowrose

    Lovely but sad writing ... very nicely expressed

  • Teddy.15

    Beautifully crafted dear Fozzy, the end although very sad not to see the sunset he has a lovers hand. Thank you.

  • Fozzy

    Cheers teddy. You got it

  • Robert Haigh

    A poignant write. It reminds me of my late uncle Ronnie, who was blind. He still lived a fairly full life, and he knew his way around the neighbourhood pretty well. He was a darn good chess player too (he had a braille set).

  • tema

    brilliant mate



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