A blind (young) man

Canada

Formally known as Hazen. Reading and writing and tea. What a better evening? Please don't flag me and keep in mind: poetry is raw expression of the primal, often the ugly. I'm fine ; ) .

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Read them your poetry.

March 17, 2021

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When you sleep on the couch,
and you wish you were holding
someone. 

When you write poetry and it's
read only by lovely
strangers. 

When your eyes are open wide on
the subway and the lights flash
by. 

When you aren't getting younger and
everyone else is growing up and
Apart. 

When that lovely stranger meets your eye
her smile reaches you and you want to cry.

Or laugh, maybe both, and you know the moment will pass. But you're ok
for now.

You know
when you're only human. 
only a not-so-small kid. 

You 
will get to hold some 
lovely stranger, one day. 
Read them your poetry. 

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4 Comments
  • Jason_claire :)

    I don't know what to say that hasn't been said already. You're quite talented, and raw poetry of the primal sounds like poetry I want to read :)


    4 months ago
  • Figwit [HIATUS]

    This is such a beautiful, hopeful piece! Love this ;)


    6 months ago
  • Nyla

    Omg awwww!! I really like this! The ending is literally what I dream of!


    6 months ago
  • WrenBirdWrites

    Awwww I LOVE this!!


    6 months ago