Eyes for the Blind Man

I stop and stare at the sun
So I can
Burn out my eyes
I never want see again
For as long as I am alive

Existence... I have wasted
For a moment's instant pleasure
How pathetic to behold
My Windows to the soul

How can I play with fire
And never to believe i wont be burned
Yet in turn
The lessons I should have Learned
Were To close my eyes and look away
Now my only hope in Heaven
Is that theres a place
For Blind men to stay......

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heterodynemind
Wow, this is g0es so deep into the psyche. It's pure existential angst. The beginning is exquisite, as is the end thought, about blind men.
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Pendemic
A great poem and well penned.
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