Little Blind Boy

Some have eyes that see everything... except themselves.

Pay attention,
Pay attention, please

A man of praise or sympathy
Dies from lack of tranquility
A fast pace heart or racing breath
Cannot repress a dying death

With wisdom's words no secrets hide
For honest men have surely lied
And bloodshot eyes give heed to none
Remorseful deed that hath been done

From wanted to waste it never dies
Your fate with mine it forever ties
Confusion lisps a different tone
And catastrophic tantrums are thrown

The thought not thought but often dreamed
Lay wait to watch a word not seemed
Bleeding not fathomed deep within
So aware of every damning sin

Play the Fool of your own desire
Master of Water, Earth, Air, and Fire
Your angel wings will one day lift
And hope to be shadow of the power shift

My dear child,
Is it a curse or gift?

© 2009 Mindless Mindset

Author's Note

This is my first public poem after a long time and I like that it is because this is a very personal poem. It was written for someones birthday that is really special to me (June 29). And yes, that is him on the cover. ^^