Habitually Blind

May 10, 2017 — blind, poem, poetry, resistance, willful blindness

hole in the wall

hole in the wall

While time passes by your window and blows through your mind
Where are your connections to the natural world?
Are you just habitually blind?
Does the rising of the tide of hatred sting your immortal soul?
Or do you sit in the corner twiddling your thumbs
When everyone becomes a merciless troll?
Did you have a purpose for being born on earth?
If so you better get to work, because things are getting worse

hole in the wall