It was more purple than green An ugly gash refusing to heal Salve nor balm, rest nor restrain Strong enough to erase the pain A bruise so blue, a crimson tear Sweet hurt with trembling fear Yet, I tend to these injuries deep Purge the venom, not let it seep Into crevices of my soul so grim Discard memories like dead skin
These lines were specially written for the prompt #blindman by #moonmystic. With all our vision we are unable to discern truth from falsehood, genuine people from the fake ones.
What the blind man sees Is more intricate than Any emotion deep Or touch we feel Without true sight With power infinite Sensing silent tremors Buried in murky souls Hearing gentle murmurs When tender hearts spoke With all our vision We know neither fair nor evil For all we know is a countenance Feigning affection or Shielding the devil
Where the vine tangles Trumpet flowers grow in Peachy, blissful, innocence Sweet, balmy fragrance Covering a vast facade Of suffocating branches So in life, beauty captivates Even as breathless leaves Perish gently in the breeze
Black and white rainbows Arched beneath eyebrows Glowing across eyelids In monochromatic glimpses Fluttering on eyelashes Visions of colorful splashes Why can’t we see beauty In unshaded symmetry Why do our hearts crave For spectrums uncreated