Poetry of a Blind Girl

alone

alone

The hateful spice of loneliness

Burns behind her eyes

Knowing things are falling apart

For miles and miles

Predators avoid her

Pray runs away

This kingdom of hers is falling

She's forced to play

Those who are close

Are only shadows

All they see are silhouettes

Through the darkened windows

This should be the end

The end of her story

Where she finds happiness

Fame , stars and glory

In reality

That doesn't happen

People aren't perfect

And neither is this poem