Briana

I Am Blind

              I wake up blind. Unable to see.

                 What has the world come too?

           The destruction and poverty, does that amount to me?!

            I have shunned my eyes away from this world.

                 Afraid of being sucked in its enmity.

              How can I have survived with this hate in this world.

                      The amount of pain and hurt has blind me to the fullest.

                              I do not see, the killings, the tears from the hurt,

                                               the homeless and the richest. I am Blind.

                                                       I am Hurt. I cannot see the pain, and

                     recklessness that we brought onto our next generation.

                                                                   So I am Blind!

Comments1

  • Cheeky Missy

    Excellent! Blind and deaf to it all indeed. And if you truly are blind to the corruption and misery, what do you see, shutting your eyes to escape the enmity?



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