How The Blind See Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

There is barbarism in denial
a fickle, ungrateful master is fate
as you limbo from problem to problem
fearing feeling the pain and hurt.
Shrouded in death,
is the falling de ja vu?
The air leaving your lungs
a call to arms.
The blood on your lips
a time to raise ones shield
tears simmering upon your vision.
The moment to become open,
there is profound lessons here -
shimmering in the mist of wonder
as the time for rebirth has arrived!