Blinded To See

Pain Inflicted by self

There is no fortune

There is no wealth

As there was greed

To obtain nothing

Blinded to see

What will never be

Or even there

Seeing is believing

But was it always clear

Seeing an appearance

Only for it to disappear

In time

With no space

Without a trace

Of being real

Can’t control emotions

It’s the way that you feel

Unable to deal

Not knowing what is real

Knowing you can see

Is it all that will be

Expressing a word

A phrase

Telling a story

From your mouth

In which it came

Falling like rain

Descending to part

Falling from a place

Which is were

We start

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in 1997. I’m sure my confusion is evident in my writing… so many thoughts and questions asked without being answered.

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