Blind Poem by Jeff Rushton

Blind



Hunger, strain, abuse to body and brain,
The need for love, the rape and molestation, unheard of.
The anguish, deceit and plans that you could never meet.
Sorrow for sin, loss of spirit and energetic grin.
Depression, self-aggravation, the need to give up your personal preservation.
The heartache and break that drives your soul through the stake.
The mourning and strain envelopes the loss of a friend.
Unfaithfulness, distrust, breakage of the 10 given us in Exodus.
The scars and marks of a life filled with a dishonest heart.
The disfigurement and attending schegrin, at birth defects and diseases so
Grim.
Death and the feeling of its hour, creeping up every mortal tower.
Bewilderment, underprivileged content, a lack of knowledge and understanding of what is meant.
The love for money, riches untold, a problem for many...
Little do they know.
The want of friends, acquaintances and people to know,
Without the foundation and personal glow.
I want to be blind...
So that I don't have to see.

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