Blinded

The room spins
the lights dim
showing bright splotches of brightness
through my lashes.
I hold my head high
as your face blurs
before me.
Your smile becomes fuzzy.
I can't see straight,
but I can still hear.
I am only blind,
but your words cut
much deeper
than the sneering
grin
slashed across your face.
I cannot see your lips moving,
but the scornful laughter
rings
loud,
echoed in the background.
Still, I keep my head held high.
I can't
let it drop.
Not even a little.
Because if I do,
my pain will be free to fall
down, down.
I am blinded by those tears,
but I can still hear
perfectly clear
the sneering laughter
as you point,
"Hah! Her?!"





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Puff_the_dragonThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jul. 24, 2010 at 3:48 pm
this poem is amazing, u should take a look at my songs and the poem that i have posted
 
MikeWilhelm said...
Jul. 9, 2010 at 2:19 pm
This is very nice. I like your voice and conventions. It was beautiful.
 
BornPoet1996 said...
Jun. 23, 2010 at 7:30 am
This poem is beautiful. It makes me think the way a person can be blinded by either love or hatred. Keep up the good work
 
musiclover123 replied...
Jun. 24, 2010 at 8:09 am
totally.this is beautiful.keep writing
 
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