Ramblings of vision, or the lack thereof |
“The Seeing Blindness” (8/24/2013) “All of life around here, and yet, I still cannot see Of what is left, and what is gone, and in social leprosy. Still deceiving people, to push me to this point, A darkened blessing issues forth, with pain left to anoint. As death approaches, she looks again, past me, She says you need more pain, this bell, won’t toll for thee. No one can see me, yet, I still see it clear, Life is lived by those alive, my screams, they cannot hear. For I am un-living, no love of life is shown, A weathered face, of apathy, this heart of chiseled stone. My soul is burdened, from tales I cannot say, A slow devouring of me, to pain me through each day. Outside, I’m living, and yet inside I die once more, Something dark is seeking me, it’s call, I can’t ignore. With suspicion mounting, all words do scratch my skin, All I feel is mounting pain, and sickness from within. Yet I know this feeling, I had faced it long ago, All I’ve known did die away, for this, they cannot know. This mounting evil, as darkness runs through me, Will I live, or will I die? And still, I cannot see.” JenX |