Raw Poetry by Rev. Shakes Spear
Gone Blind It’s hard to tell when the clock stopped moving It felt like just a minute but it somehow turned to years I remember births and deaths, triumphs and regrets But what I don’t get is who I am in mirrors. That’s really not me That’s not what I see inside, in my mind’s eye - oh, no. I think I’ve gone blind How can it be? That’s not what I see inside. Oh no. I’ve think I’ve gone blind. 2-16-24