Blind
His eyes were crystal blue
They sparkled like the sun
Just one glance, and I flew
But that was before they were done
Now they’re grey and clouded
He seems apart from all
His very soul is shrouded
And were he to trip, he’d fall
There’s nothing left in that gaze
On which I used to soar
He looks right through me in a haze
I am a shadow, nothing more
I swear I’ll kill the fool
That drunken, stupid bastard
I’ll knock him off his stool
Show him the meaning of ‘plastered’
For it breaks my heart to see
Those eyes once full of light
That used to smile at me
Before that dreadful night
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Author:
darby (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2017 00:06
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Touching poem, Apollo! Thanks for posting.
Thank you!!
very sad,
drinking will do it.
Indeed
WELCOME APOLLO Thanks you for your elegant first poem on a very crucial and important disability ~ BLINDNESS. My maternal Grandfather was blinded in an industrial accident (before I was born) so I do have some experience. He was always very smart and I counted it a privilege to read to Him and take Him for walks and explain to Him the things he could not see. When I was young we lived in the same Road as Him so i saw him most days. To me your poem (V 4) implies that his "blindness" was the result of an assault not an accident ? This makes it even worse than the case of my Grandfather. The eyes are the Windows of the Soul and we do smile though our eyes ~ which adds poignancy to your final (so sad ) verse. I work in an Adult Vocational College (16 ~ 30) and we do have facilities for Students with a range of disabilities including sight impairment. Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ B.
Thank you!!
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