The Lonely Blind Man
I sit upon this bench , beside alone .
Inside my mind , I’m on my own .
The darkest night , over laps all day . Within my mind , my mindset grey .
This day is dark , and never bright .Within my mind , without my sight .
This world outside , my mind within . I cannot see , through eyes so grim.
As people pass , they walk on by . I often wonder , of them not I .
If I could see , how they see me . This blind man trapped , within not free .
I would stop , to say hello . And not just pass , to where I go .
For deep Insde , I try to hide . This lonly world , where I reside .
As I rest , upon this bench all alone . Inside my mind , still on my own .
Poetry by
Patrick
Copyright Written by
Patrick Kevin O’Shea
05/12/2017
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