Though he might not see
His heart is in glee
Darkness is his great ally
And the world is his enemy.
He sees no light at all
The world is what he calls
And they thought of him as a fool
That has no single soul.
He can't see but he can feel
The things he imagines are real
He walks on a path that leaves no trail
Waves of hatred are where he sailed.
He seeks justice
From the world's prejudice
As he was abandoned
By the people with their abomination.
Now, he sees the world as a ghost
His soul has been lost
His life is the cost
And being blind is a curse.
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words we wished to say
PoésieAll she had was a piece of paper and a pen with almost no ink. She poured her heart out while tears stream down her face as she made these poems, these words she wished to say. Writing what she's feeling never fails to provide solace to her heart w...
