Book of Flesh & Blood

All Three

It frightens me to find out.

I was drawing my dreams for a blind man.

Describing my feelings to a deaf man,

and writing my pain to an illiterate.

You were all three of those men.

I tried to explain myself but you never seemed to understand.

I tried so hard. But it never seemed to work.

You would draw your dreams for an artist.

Describe your feelings to an empath.

And write your pain to a poet.

I was all three. I understood you perfectly.

Yet you lacked everything needed to understand me.

-Vinnie