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In her World

Poetry By: A Stranger

This is another older poem. I tried to put myself into the mind of a sightless person and explore. Tell me what you think. Thanks. AS

Submitted:Mar 21, 2007    Reads: 158    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   

In her world ever-black

She can only dream of color

The descriptions she hears

Marvel and baffle

A tree, the sky, her baby brother

Things unknown, only imagined

Sightless and in despair, she weeps

Feeling useless, violated, robbed

Her emotions are raw

Her anger palpable

Her tears so filled with ichors they sting her cheeks

Leaving scarlet trails in their wake

Her self-pity and sorrow, total

Refusing the joy of life to herself

Even though the gift of sight

Has not been bestowed upon her

She should be thankful, not full of scorn

Her gift is much more precious

Much more innocent and "sight"

For she sees what people are


Their appearances are but a cover

Black, shrouding the pages of character beneath

Be it darkest lies or marvelous wonders

Is she one who has given up

When observed?

Given up on life or on living?

Nature is her first love, people's ignorances her first hate

It is the ultimate of ironies

Blind sight and sight-blind

No, not given up

Only on those who live to manipulate

For she "sees" and that sight can only be defined as


He smiles for the lesson has been taught...


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