Sightless eyes perceive the world
-As no other eye can see.
Even in blindness, one may see
-The sludge of society’s tea.
The steam perpetuates
A numbing pain
That can shut a door.
It’s a wrenching pain
That silently strums
-Upon surreality’s cord.
No matter the rhyme or reason,
The emotion is all too real.
We’ll find at times
We’re all alone and
On our own must deal.
Often, it’s pain and grief
That spawns both greed and hate.
We as humanity
Must learn to forgive
-Before it’s too late.
Simplistic,
Man may offer
The world
-A single glimmer of hope.
It’s but through love and tolerance,
We may rebuild a better life’s rope.
Author April A. Luna 