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