Blindnees Shouldn't hurt like this
by Alli K.
The Fog Rolls In,
Cutting At My Throat.
Making It Tighten With fear.
Unable To Speak,
I Yell,
I Yell With Fear,
I Yell With Passion.
I Yell For True Love That Once Was.
I Yell For The Heartbreaks, The Deception.
But I Do not Yell With Voice,
But Through My Eyes.
My Eyes Take Action,
Letting The One's Not Blinded By Fog,
See My Pain.
Others Are Blinded,
Unable To See Anything.
It Is What Blinds Them From Torture,
Others' Torture, Others' Pain.
It Acts As Their Sheild,
But Is Everone Else's Barrier.
It's What Sets Aside Those Who Are Strong,
And Those Who Are Weak.
But We All Are Heartbreakers And Heartbroken
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
