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Within days
to lose your eyesight
fear boils from inside
darkness complete
never mind to drive away
racing cars impossible
retinas now stars in the sky
now that I am the passenger
in my own car, along for the ride
I observe
now I truly see
I did go about 90% from detached Retinas, and very scary indeed, however they can now operate on this and had my eyesight completely restored, so for about a month had to rely on good friends and neighbours to get about, we did have some fun, my neighbour didn't have a car and was thrilled to death to race around with mine. It is true, that when you can not see, sometimes you see more of who people are and the world around you. A valuable lesson indeed.
Jeremy Betts Mar 23
Anger found me early on
Pain came with conception
Love could never quite make a connection
A prime concoction
To fuel a blind rage and hide direction
Like an infection

©2025
Each Luggage unfilled
Sort of sight
Loyalty on a sideline

Luxury lifestyle
Without embracing reforms?
Thus, absence of policy’s


Porched-Wallets hard to fill
Some congress are sleeping?
Uniformed men Awakes-them up!
BLIND STATE congress are sleeping?
On the outside
I see
Less
Than others

But beyond physical sight
They are the blind ones
I could stare at the sun
if I was promised I'd see your face.
I'd go blind searching for the bridge of your nose,
the crease of your eyelids, the curve of your lips.
In the visual silence I'd forever see you.
A promise held true.
Even in blindness, I'd still see you.
Inspired by my own love and Achilles' farewell to Patroclus
Blind to the subject of being blind in love –
does that mean I can see?

Do I believe in the belief; of love at first sight
isn’t faith believing in that you cannot see,
that which you hope to be?


But I could close my eyes to a better scene –
when we go out and it doesn’t go so well;
we should have made it a blind date!


            Now this love feels blind.
Zywa Feb 2
The blind man answers,

politely, all the questions --


not put to him, though.
Novella "Crónica de una muerte anunciada" ("Chronicle of a Death Foretold", 1981, Gabriel García Márquez)

Collection "Dream flight"
Emery Feine Jan 18
DOG
There is an exhausted dog following behind
Guilt seeps down his flowing mouth
He's falling asleep, he's going blind
He'll never make it down south

He whimpers for better dialogue
He begs me for energy
But I am that dog
And that dog is me
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