Blind
Little lights in the darkness glow,
Yet I cannot see as I am blind,
I do not feel, it’s all so slow,
A pool of empty minds,
Oh, how I hear her cries,
Oh, how they tell their lies,
It’s starting to get to my head,
So I lay in my sleepless bed.
My mind is not a rest.
Mankind still goes on fine,
No longer beating in my chest,
I’ll never find the light.
Copyright © Kirill Sarko | Year Posted 2022
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