Poetry

Going Blind

written by: SNOWonPAPER

journal #1

And i think i'm going blind, because i can't see your face.
And i don't know the time, But i know I can't keep pace.
This life oh so complicated.
My kitchen knives all serated.
A world plaguing me with hatred,
all ineed is serenaded,
byt the beauty of your voice, i can't hear it through the noise.
I hate the noise.
Roadway screaming for rushing life,
plowing down the troubled strife.
I am crying every night.
Away from you just isn't right/ for me.

The country keeps me kind. Clears my mind.
and i can work my back all day.
a life so gratifying, my wings feel like flying.
Things slow down with my iced tea.
Porchlight midnight, you and me.
Heavens stars are all we see.
Free like the birds, free.

Robert Snow