Blind

Pain softens its kiss

 

Shocks travel; tender fingers to my aching wrists,

 

My mind’s strangled by a rope of despair,

Weaved of misfortune, heartache and tears

How many times have I deemed life unfair?

My endeavors judged and stripped to the bare,

I want to release like a balloon to the high air,

But I lose hope, who would care?

 

I’m the speckled spot on the twig of an evergreen,

Always there, but never actually seen.

My words are raindrops,

Creating a typhoon

A misjudged entrance is a path to my doom.

I want to remain hidden but I want to shine like the sun,

My thoughts weigh heavy, one in a ton.

I’ve wondered is it possible to fall enemy to my own mind,

As I’m the savior, the grave-digger, the one that’s inclined

To deem myself sight-seer, when I’m so clearly blind.

 

Reviews

[Rebecca]

This is so beautiful! I really loved it. Probably one of the best poems I've read on here! Keep writing lovely. You've got a great writing style and that will put you in good stead for future praise!

[Anna]

Thank you so much, I'm really glad you enjoyed it :)

[Rebecca]

Not a problem xx

[Foxemerald]

The most alluring and attractive line in this piece was that at the end, and the clearest part was the beginning paragraph. You have many different analogies and constructive thoughts floating about here, which will soon become future promises for your poems, like little sun-kissed berries that you will undoubtedly eat with joy =)

[Anna]

Thank you, I've noticed this piece is a little jumbled, but thanks for such an optimistic review :)

[Foxemerald]

You're are quite welcome.

[Westminster Abbey]

Beautiful

[Fictionstorie]

Nice, I liked the last bit :D