Restless, jumpy,
I walk; alone because
I am always thus so.
Tired, groggy,
I do not sleep;
for fear of those things
I do not know.
Darkness covers my eyes;
I can no longer see.
Blinded, temporarily
I stumble and fall;
I cannot get back up.
Alone and blind,
crippled; I sit,
and still I remain alone
Life can be a fearful place when even the helpless are ignored Thanks for your emotionally stirring poem. Now to Jeannie who posts below. Stop using the comment sections to blatantly self promote your own poetry. Take out a Google Ad or something if you are that desperate for hits on your stuff.
Keep writing...this has a message. Some people not blind but they still cannot see...I write about things that are important to 'see'...Read these...'The Answer' 'The End' and others...thank you for the expressions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good emotional poem, sounds like you need some company, call me when you're free, lol. Actually from my point of view it sounds like you want someone to be with, not someone to hang out with. I feel for ya Sam, even if you don't feel that way, I sure do. See ya later.