The Unsighted Poem by Matthew Holloway
The Unsighted
I never saw this
As a realistic option
A true choice of life
A viable ambition
Yet desire is strong and real
Forever finding a way
In the unsuspecting hours
When the world seems at rest
What wild, wild tempest calls
It is there as real as I
As real as every breath
Truth exists and yes
The dreams persist
To love and desire
You and you alone
I never believed it could be
Ode to the fool that is me
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