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Question: Could I have a professional opinion about my poem!?
THE BLIND MAN
In the darkness, I am not alone!.
They come and go, the gifted!.
Sweep eyes upon me surreptitiously!.
Perforating glances detected by my soul!.
All look upon the man that cannot see!.
My ears grant me ample awareness!.
Play substitute to my dead, abyssal, eyes!.
Inform me of all void images,
Tease me of my bleak outlook of beauty!.
So do I long to see the instruments of sound,
The matter of which all can be identified!.
All words, shrouded in darkness,
Unicoloured blackness engulfs all objects!.
Obscure images thrive in my deluded mind!.
Random paint coats sound devoured by my ear!.
In death, the heavens will sedate my tortured soul,
For angels have not tainted eyes!.
The gifted often endeavor to escape the darkness!.
In it, they are blind!.
It renders them vulnerable, isolates them to the unknown!.
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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Professional opinion!? No!. Honest opinion!? Sure
It creates a very strong image of the life the sightless must go through!.The reference to acute hearing senses is wonderful!. How odd that one would be granted one gift after losing another!! On the subject, here is a bit I penned for a safety course several years ago!. It is a subject that I am very close to so I hope you don't mind this addition!. Thanks!.!.!.
Dark Thoughts
If you knew what I know now
You could see what I saw then
If I could explain to you somehow
You would see what I saw when
Now I’m bound to the night
Not knowing the light of day
Stranded here without my sight
In darkness left here to stay
A careless act a foolish thought
Surely a bad decision
A life that’s left all for naught
A man who has no vision
Once I could see far and wide
Now I stand here corrected
Tap stick always at my side
I left myself unprotected
There were signs lots of advice
But I didn’t heed the warnings
Wore my glasses once or twice
Now no sunrises in my mornings
Can’t describe the sights I’ve seen
Speak of wondrous places
Discern the different shades of green
See the smiling faces
It hurts so to talk like this
I can’t stand to linger
Tears shed for what I’ll miss
As I read this with my finger
I’ll stop now I’ve spoke my mind
Please don’t end up like me
I hope that you don’t go blind
Before you’ll learn to see
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