Blind





Blind to pain.
Blind to sorrow.
Blind to self-destruction.
We cry for help,
we blame our fate
then suffocate alone.

Soulless joyful ugly faces
surround the one too pure
and prejudice absorbs within
all the inner force.

Blind to pain
- we cause it.
Blind to sorrow
- in defeat-
we open arms to light
and to forgiveness;
then suffocate alone.










                                                              Автор: Деница Борисова


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