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BlindedBy Damien Balderrama
Blinded by the darkness, from which I have called upon.
My eyes close unknowingly to the dawn.
Failing at times to see the illumination of my fire, I have chosen not to be.
Whether this is my wish or not, it is so.
I have found this to be my greatest indifference.
The sun rises as I do, touching all on its journey.
Those who see the fire of me shall see light within themselves.
If this is to be true, when will my light become visible to myself?
When will all facets of the inferno within, be comprehensible to me?
How will my eyes adjust to the brilliant glow of black, which shadows my day?
Why do I see so clearly the beaten path of nonexistence, that road to all that is nothing?
Should I continue along the trail that leads back to the head?
Or should I cut through the thorny vines, and head on to lead?
I am not sure if what I see is there, or what is there I am truly seeing.
If I can decipher what is not right, would what is left be truth.
Or will what IS, just be my understanding of myself?
If you could decipher, what IT is,
Would you be able to permit yourself, to understand me too?
Or are we all, BLINDED BY THE DARKNESS.
© 2010, Damien Balderrama. All rights reserved |
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