Blinded Poem by john o'connell

Blinded



Blinded
and surrounded
by light and more and more light
there is no insight, comfort
or illumination;
only tears raining down
on the dusty desert
of my thirsting sould.

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john o'connell

john o'connell

Limerick, Ireland
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