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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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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.
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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 ; )
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Date: 10/4/2016 3:54:00 PM
Hi Arthur, This is a well written sad piece. I agree with Seren some that see are also blind:-) Alexis
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Date: 10/4/2016 11:58:00 AM
A beautiful sad piece. This has inspired my latest poem
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Date: 10/4/2016 9:33:00 AM
how this makes me ache...a compelling piece from your golden quill, arthur.. huggs
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Date: 10/4/2016 12:20:00 AM
Some people who can see are also blind. Nice one... Seren
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