Poem - Blindfold
Seeds of discontent, nestled in the womb
Feeding thoughts of doubt, fat on the misery of the soul,
blinded by a hatred born of insults and disgust
Traveling in life, a floating being, unaware of
all the tragedy without, too focused on
the tragedy within
Grave and serene, eyes of glass are fixed,
staring into the Void for answers that will not come
Cold hands wringing in anguish, while the world
is oblivious to the suffering and disease inside


