Losing Sight

Why was I given these eyes that hide Behind this clumsy heart- Hands and knees forever searching For an honest soul? It feels as though we're wringing water From a dusty rag. It feels as though we're submerged in longing Ever drowning in our thirst. Why was I given these eyes that grope For another’s warmth, When love is fired through a gun, Or taken from a calloused hand; Sight has cursed my heart to see The naked spent to dust. Blindness, Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more. I will not see their tears through mine, I will not see their laughter; I will not see their careless words, Looking dumbly after. I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes. I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries; They’ll all be black to me. Jacob Reinhardt 09/11/2013