I run away from him everyday
As he sips on his morning tea
His eyes trace my flight for awhile
But his feet don't care
I run away from him everyday
With him by my side
He raises his brow sometimes
Sometimes he just smiles
I run away from him everyday
Dragging my tired feet along
Waiting for the fateful day
The day whose shadows I see
I run away from him everyday
But today he stops me
"Could you lead me to the door
Please be kind, to this blind"
11 comments:
Profound...
I wonder if "The Blind" could be interpreted metaphysically as our own conscience? And his request be the call of our conscience to listen to him/it?
that is quite a poem...
whoa. *all quacks stopped midway*
the picture is quite deceptive as to what follows.. hmmm.
whoa...awesome..
nice poem; like your simple and strong imagery always
thank you
tell me
i'm all twisted and confused.
these other folk here is brilliant though :(
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