Blind, Again... - Poem by Joseph Orton
I believed in magic.
I believed in lies.
Now I see the tragic.
Now I see it's despise.
I believed in freedom.
I believed in the mind.
Now I feel trapped in this kingdom.
Where nothing is kind.
I believed in hope.
I believed in life.
Now all that's left is this rope.
Or at least the knife.
I believed in me.
I believed in you.
Now I cannot see.
Because of the lies I didn't see through.
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