The Perspective of a "blind" Man
Nature's best attempt
at painting pictures in the sand;
the brilliant colors understood,
the wondrous shout lost in the noise,
was made quite clear to me today:
In just a second
Life had passed me by.
I dreamed of turning back the time
to search myself for deeper meaning,
yet the words came out the same.
I noticed not the casual wave,
nor the indignant flick of hair,
but dread had filled my head as I
watched naught but just my mind
and soul as they fell to the ground again.
Despair! was what he yelled to me,
that cackling lord of luck and fate,
and as I sank down to my knees
my best was just to stop and breathe.
The world would not turn back for me.
And then the scene turned dazzling white...
From there, to shades and brilliant hues
of all the colors, omnipresent,
as I heard this from somewhere new:
"She's never coming back to you."
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