BlindA Poem by M.S SolisInspired by my disengrating vision
Groping in the dark. Finding my way into the light. Eyes gradually falling into the sinful fog. A wall stood before me A wall of traumatically inexplicable and prurient blackness. Whose dimensions couldn’t be measured. Seeing beauty itself with only my cold fingers to feel. Witnessing colors with only but my ears to heed. With a lifetime’s worth of savor I am left to suffer this gift…
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