wordsout from Cafe Church
· poems by
Darren Rainey
I am blind
I am blind they say.
I cannot see:
my lonely face
reflects in the glass.
the softness
that with the years
will pass.
I am blind they say.
I cannot see:
but tell me who can see
God in the skies
or the wind in the trees?
I am blind they say.
I cannot see:
but not I in the darkness
of my everlasting night
would hold a gun up high
and aim in through the sight,
would take away the life
of one I never knew.
I am blind they say,
and blind I wish to stay.
I see no other way
that would appeal to me.
Those who have the sight
to see
just do not seem to see
just what it means to see.