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I am blind

I am blind they say.

I cannot see:

my lonely face

reflects in the glass.

Nor can I look upon

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.