Sight Poem by Amanda Eckols
Sight
I’m ensnared in a small nook of globular world
Unsure of where I’m going,
Unable to see the path ahead
I twisted round blind form the start
A deaf mute trying to ask for direction
The shapes around me responded with riposte
An echoing laughter to loud to be ignored
I was better off alone then concealed
For now I know why Nobody wanted me
I see with insight when other dare not dream
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