Through Blind Eyes

I feel like I’m painting a masterpiece for an audience of blind people...
Always fascinated by what hovers above us,
As a kid,  planes are what caught my eye,
As a teen, adolescence is what got me high,
But these days I’m drawn into what lies in the clouds and beyond .

Telescoping, 
Trying to find the centre of the Earth,
So I place my chair in an observatory
Sit down and stare;
Look at the contradictions we lay upon ourselves...
Look at the existence of mankind living under appalling conditions...
Living a life held together by stitches.. 
Look at the kids that get boozed up and lose their self-respect just to spite their parents...

I ask of nothing but for you to look at death with the eyes of the blind...

Touch it.

Feel it.
Caress it.

Because you’ll never see it unless it’s lying in an open casket.
A sad sight ive already seen,
I often see how people get torn between being bad to do good and speaking lies to find truth...
Ironic as it may seem,
I’ve seen it too many times not to believe,

That the surface of this Earth is a blanket for the dead and a playground for the wide awake,
While the oblivious float about like swans in a lake.


By: | Nceba Thabethe |

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