I told him to hold on
I told him to breath
I told him to carry on
Not to leave
His pulse was weakening
His heart beating slow
I'm just not ready
To accept another loss
Under the dark side
I could see the light
I saw the shimmering
A world of delight
It was so far away
I could hear them sing hymns
My eyes pulped tears
I could not cry nor whim
I am the blind man
That has no heart
The spirit that has been taken away
Was taken away from me and broken apart
Of a child laughing
Dancing in the rain
Of a daughter in the living room
Playing doll games
Of the Autumn leaves
That fall to the ground
Of cry, a tear, I within
I shed with no sound
Of the fortress I hold
Around me
Of the walls I barricade
To stop the feeling that pains me
I am no one
But a blind man
A man with no heart
Someone, the world would never come to understand
Saturday, July 07, 2007
the day the blind man's heart stopped beating
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 02:13
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