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Self-expression about what I feel, something rare. A complete outburst of emotions written in a poem. Just want to share. Thanks for reading.

Blind

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by Soaire

by Soaire

Before I became blind,

I was really lucky to see your eyes.

Eyes that change every part of my mind.

Eyes that can see through every lies.

And now, I cry because I am lonely.

Devastated when I realized that I've lost you,

I isolated myself because of this misery,

I asked that someone, why can't I have you?

I miss you very much.

Every night, I can see you in my dreams.

Yearning your tender touch.

Imagining you are embraced by these arms.

But now, I am blind.

The painful truth is that I live and you died.

I couldn't see anymore your eyes - gentle and kind.

Tell me, how can I possibly live when you died?