The Pitiful

The Pitiful

A Poem by Mariana Silva

Look in the mirror and explore what lies in the depths of your eyes, the sight might terrify you.


When the blind man leads,

All others follow.
Watch his quick, nimble movements!

Not a flaw to be found,

He longs for nothing

For lack of sight.

Pity not those emplth pleads

Which you find hard to swallow.

Instead, be mezmerized by the blind man's movements.

Watch, and don't make a sound.

Watch and listen as the deaf man starts to sing..

From his tragic song, pull might!

The deaf man does not suffer

For lack of sounds which would otherwise, amount to nil.

He does not need to hear

In order to smile and sing.

Unbroken, like his spirit, his song carries

Into the sould of those broken hearts around him.

Both men are rejoicing in summer

Celebrating that life is never a standstill

For, it is a standstill they fear.

The dance speeds up as for the words he sings,

As if enchanted by fairies.

Nothing around them seems dim.


The irony of life

Is that those pitied,

Are often strong and no longer want

For the unsatisfying material world.

Fools are those stuck in this reality

Enchanted are those who appreciate life.

© 2008 Mariana Silva

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Mariana Silva
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I completely agree with this! Those we pity often lead a more fulfilled life than we do for they do not think themselves handicapped or behind in the world, they merely live as does any normal human being without the need for the material. Our senses can be deceiving. Great write.


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Mariana Silva
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Love to read and write, so much in fact, there isn't a place where my journal and pen have not followed me because you never know when something will spring forth to be written. Not a prodigy but some.. more..

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A Poem by Mariana Silva