Blind

Blind to beauty and the facts

When will I be free?

Badgered by the thought of others

Who can sincerely see

In my palm I hold a rose

But no colors come to mind

Only the pain of the thorns

And the torment of the blind

Strong desire to see a woman

And the kindness she would hand

Will there ever be a day

Where I will see or understand

I can never truly see a beauty

Or the divinity behind the source

It’s never been until this time now

That I deeply and dearly remorse

Lost my sight to see and view

Slowly I have now submersed

The day I lose my vision too

I’ll wonder which will be the worst