Blind Irony

Filed Under: Poetry, Literature.

I once knew
And felt the warmth
Of a shining heart.
I retired.

And hid beneath the very shadow
Of my own blindness.
I emerge into darkness
And
Upon each restless eve
I look up - to the moon.
I plead.
I beg.

I cry out for the light of day.
I kneel…
Struck down
By its very laughter
Shone unto me.

Published: 8 years, 2 months ago