Friday, March 19, 2021

The Question of Blindness: A Metaphor ~ Friday, March 19, 2021

For a long time, as a child, I was lost
on the path to truth and enlightenment
realizing nothing was right for me

a boy who lied and stole, cursed, paid the cost

little did I know no one help me
on the path, it was up to me, hell-bent
nothing came easy, a head case, broken
given my history, I could not win

time was not on my side, I grew old fast
if I look back, I could not fix the past
maybe I am a late bloomer, token
evangelist for the blind as they sin

ask me what I did wrong, the list is long
still, what I did right as a child, ping-pong

athletics without supervision, blind

clasping in the dark for something to hold
how I made it this long, no one knows why
in the dark, I bumped into others, find
like-minded children to form a street gang,
diminished capacity, we were bold

I never wanted to do harm, but try

winning without cracking some skulls, like eggs
as they whisk in a bowl, fried omelet, bang
shots rang out, heads rolled, guillotine-style, blood

let the innocent fly, return to God,
only now here I rot, my mind a flood
solitary, memories wink and nod
to say I was a rotten apple begs...

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