Love Is Blinding

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Every time I sit to write

I incessantly cry

so I incessantly write

until I can't cry



but I can't see what

I've written because

my tears

so big,

cause everything

to be magnified beyond

literal recognition



blurring



my vision

of

my page

my conscious

finds faulted memories

of you and I

and my hand starts to

play the blame game

skewing the poem

I was writing

but I don't know if it's

a poem anymore

because

I can't see it...



I can't see...



I can't...



I...



I can't see you.


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ultimprv's picture

In my blindness
I find I can see
if I sit still...

One Love, One

Shaketa Copelin's picture

I'm so glad I got to read your words today. This was beyond a beautiful thing...I loved this...

Tawanda Roberson's picture

YES!! Love the ending....u c what you're initial focus was before you began to write...beautiful

wisdomscry's picture

i have been there before . . .
your writing has gone to another level, i am unable to say what that level is, but i can feel you more than ever in these new pieces. keep on writing. i find great pleasure in reading your work.


Prophetic Echo

Gail Clarke