Blind

I can not write the perfect verse –

Or play the perfect note.

In the morning the sun will rise –

And cast down it’s curse.

Another day to watch my back –

For God is not far behind.

To read my rights.

Take my sight.

Tomorrow –

I’ll be blind.

Blind to the rich and poor

And deviants.

Blind to this world and it’s tears.

Blind to love and hate

And bitterness.

Blind to all of my fears.

Blind to truth and lies – that

Compromise  the soul and the pure at heart.

I’ll be blind.

Then I’ll make a new start.