The blind, The deaf, The Dumb
My soul is said to flight every night,
When I sleep it leaves me,
Astonishingly, I remain alive.
I dream of falling.
Of falling for a very long while.
And sometimes of running,
Toward the sunlight,
But my eyes can’t open.
I keep running like this on the track.
My eyes cry and I am like blind.
Sometimes, I can not sleep.
Does it mean that my soul can’t fly ?
Banned or punished ?
Something like this?
It can not assist the meeting of souls held above ?
And what of when I am alone, and I start doubting?
Why do I doubt about something I’ve cleared once for always?
Am I The Blind, The Deaf, The Dumb ? I fear.
Sarah
28 octobre 2020 - 9 h 05 min
Nice poem. Maybe not in the reach of every reader but food for thought… The deaf, the blind, the dumb. Keep it up!
admin
1 novembre 2020 - 6 h 15 min
Yes, you are right. Needs some clarifications for sure..