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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Blind World


There were times
I wished my heart would stop
There were moments
I wished the clock would stop
There were hours
I wished the world would stop

Not a thing was still


All I was, was nothing
Unseen... the part of the picture
That escapes the eye’s curiosity
Unable to leap out of the negative
The part that played no part
There and not

 Not a soul knew my soul

And then
Time beat my chest
Until the rhythm of its seconds
Resuscitated my will
until the earth, the air, sound…
everything was new

 The depth of life was stronger than my own sobriety

I closed my eyes, 
drifted in darkness
And complained of a blind world
until I finally opened them enough to see
the sky's bright eyes
that were always watching over me

4 comments:

  1. "I closed my eyes,
    drifted in darkness
    And complained of a blind world"


    Wow. I want to read that again and again.

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  2. "The depth of life was stronger than my own sobriety"

    So much said in such few words. More than lovely...intense and identifiable.

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