BlindA Poem by unspokenpainPoetry speaks
Can you see?
I can't. I've realized that. I didn't notice by myself. It took another. In one way he was blind, but not like me. I cried. He smiled. We talked. Well, I listened. He asked one question. "What's it like to see?" That's when I realized, I couldn't. Can you see? That question scares me. Blind I am. I know that much. Never do I see it. But I do try. I try so hard. He saw it. That old man. I left after that. More blind then before. Can you see? My family can't. Neither can my friends. But I can't either. So I guess that's fair. I went back. To see the old man. "How did you see?" I had to ask. He spoke little, but said so much. Can you see? I thought I could. Then I went to a blind mans home. I smiled. Just like my friends. He asked what was wrong, which was weird. I put on a smile. I did my job. So why did he know? Why was he able to see? You see, I didn't have a bad day, but was having a bad year. You couldn't tell. Not from the outside. Because I smile. I love to smile. None could tell, none could see. Which was fine. But one who was told he could not see, saw it all. So I cried. I can't see. That I've come to terms with. But what about you? Can you see?
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1 Review Added on August 29, 2016 Last Updated on August 29, 2016 AuthorunspokenpainCAAboutPoetry speaks when my words can't. Watch me dance with words. Watch me create a world. I will undress who you are. Realize the masochist inside of you as my dominating words grasp that which lets you .. more..Writing
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