The Man Born Blind
Inverse Poem
Do
I
Yet
Exist in this story
That I might presume to
Walk on by, unconcerned
Even as I hear a fellow soul choosing to
Cry aloud, asking only for acknowledgement -
I simply
Look on with pity, and inaction -
Will he look to me with sightless eyes
to ease this burden (?)
I ask my God
If perhaps
I am the man born blind.
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*Author's Note: Read normally, this poem reflects some of my thoughts after walking by a blind, homeless man on a London street, who was literally calling out, "will someone please acknowledge me?" My choice to just keep walking haunts me to this day. The inverse reading of the poem is my creative reflection on what the internal world of this blind man might have been. Thank you for your read- may we learn to be less blind together <3
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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