Blind

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No light shines when is always dark No smile from end to start No hope to be gently touched From inside this hopeless heart Fingers on the white bland walls Washing away all the tears that do fall Life is a map with no point or compass Driving blind, the suffering is to be unkind You painted me with so much color Your eyes are dead yet you have the vision Of passion, of love, of vivre free from a mindless prison Tiss I who can not feel, such an imposition Blindness has many shades of grey I wear umbrellas Wishing for a brighter day Sadly the blindness is here to stay

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/6/2016 8:18:00 PM

There is some great imagery in here, Arthur. And wow, that last part: I wear umbrellas, wishing for a brighter day. Sometimes your poems are so blue. I hope they are not an indication of typical feelings you have.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 10/6/2016 3:31:00 PM

Some people see only what they want to see, and hear only what they want to hear, and feel only what they want to feel. I can relate. Your poem dramatically brings all that to light Arthur. Blessings, Conne ; )