Blind, Deaf, And Mute

I can't see the stars,
And I don't want to try.
As bright as those stars shine,
Each one of them must die.

I can't hear the rain,
And I don't want to try.
It'd only hurt my feelings
To hear the blue sky cry.

I can't say 'I love you',
And I don't want to try.
It has no meaning anymore,
It's only used to lie.

I am not deprived,
I was only spared.
God made me this way,
Because he truly cared.

There's always a silver lining....

by Yami Tenshi

Comments (1)

wonderful poem pessimistic, but quite true as well it was a joy to read and i'll continue to read your poems avidly Weiermann