Have I Gone Blind

Have I gone blind? Can I not see?

I look around with care,

And see a blur in front of me-

Is really nothing there?

 

I take a step, and, look, I walk,

But still ’tis all unclear.

I part my lips, and, there, I talk,

But no one seems to hear.

 

Then am I dead beneath a stone,

And left to rest in peace?

Is this my soul, then, all alone

And vowing not to cease

 

The quest to find the gates of gold

That ease life’s great ordeals?

No. Neither am I sick or old,

And still my body feels.

 

Then am I dreaming? Am I deep

Within my mind’s thick mists?

Adrift about the depths of sleep

With all its charms and twists?

 

Is it these mists which cloud my eyes,

Or am I truly blind?

Can anyone discern my cries,

Or am I in my mind?

 

If ’tis a dream, awake! Awake

And see the morning light!

I boldly must attempt to break

The bonds which hold me tight.

 

Yet I see not my thrusts nor flails,

I stumble with each stride.

Not one can hear my screeching wails

That echo far and wide.

 

Then, taking one more step, I fall

For what seems endlessly.

Cry one last time, and give your all!

Awake! Awake! I see!

 

The morning through my window shed

Its light and broke my bind.

I thus was neither lost nor dead,

Nor for that matter blind.

-EDP

Reviews

[Just A Passion For Writ..]

So beautiful. The way your words just flow together is absolutely breathtaking.

[emipoemi]

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.