This Blind Man

von | 21.Aug.2018 | Poesie | 0 Kommentare

Even though we fly along this winding road
I must remain silent,
for I know it is merely a dream.
And certainly, loads of stuff must be expected,
coming my way,
drowning, suffocating, demanding,
whether I want it, or not.
This blind man grabs me from within,
in a desert of false emotion.
He is ugly – but brilliant,
yet doesn’t know what he wants,
being hard to convince for his own special reasons….

 

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