Blind Perception
Written Sept. 28th, 2009
The sun never sets for a blind man
And never dawns a new day.
A broken clock tells the time
But he'll never see the minutes pass
Or watch his life escape.
He'll never know when the candle fades
And he's left to fend for himself.
He can hear the screams and smell the fear
But is immune to the sight of destruction.
Even if he bore a smile
He'd fail to witness the scene.
The constant exposure to darkness
Envelopes him into an abyss of loneliness
Within his shadowed heart
And clouded mind.
He gets misty eyes as he blankly stares
Into the hollow conscience
Of the world unbeknownst to him
And realizes what we fail to see.
We are no better than a blind man
If we refuse to see
What's right in front of us.
About the Creator
Ashley Holbrook
Writing is a passion that I used to have until my life got too busy. I'm making a solid effort to make time for it again, though.
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