Words are nothing.
To the blind I say the same.
In action truth is realized,
In tongue merely shaped.
Both sides lived-
With sight and without.
Words have their appeal,
Zero comparison to heartfelt zeal.
locked-in syndrome-
the ending to conundrum.
senses are endless,
The confusion shows they're senseless.
Let the "ending" perpetuate,
In circles lie the debate,
No resolution to celebrate.
All the while, the "Locked-in"
May have a real chance,
at finding the voice within.
Words are empty,
Being can simply-
The way to attain,
A truth fanned into flame.
Where skeletons in the closet, may now meet their slain.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
Words are nothing.
To the blind I say the same.
In action truth is realized,
In tongue merely shaped.
Both sides lived-
With sight and without.
Words have their appeal,
Zero comparison to heartfelt zeal.
locked-in syndrome-
the ending to conundrum.
senses are endless,
The confusion shows they're senseless.
Let the "ending" perpetuate,
In circles lie the debate,
No resolution to celebrate.
All the while, the "Locked-in"
May have a real chance,
at finding the voice within.
Words are empty,
Being can simply-
The way to attain,
A truth fanned into flame.
Where skeletons in the closet, may now meet their slain.
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