The Blind Heart

Erratic and out of control;

The heart is.

Disregarding the scorching sun

And the mournful moon

With all its shining stars.

Forgetting the snow and the rain

The heart cares not for the cold

nor the heat

Hating the contact and the stares

Wishing it was alone

In a world filled with hearts.

You see the heart has forgotten

How every morning is beautiful

And how every night is bliss

So the heart beats faint.

At sunrise and sundown

The heart is known to cry

For the view it has lost

In exchange for love.

And so the heart loses faith

In a world that conceals

Itself behind a veil.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Neetu

Well written!

Shadow_wonder

Thank you!

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