Blinded Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blinded



Blinded by the silence of death as it hovers in the atmosphere,
not wanting us to forget who has been taken away or why.

Mind taking it all in, but having no understanding, looking in-
to a distant future.

Praying that tomorrow may bring an outlook of positivism to help
this being be comforted in time.

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