Blissfully blind

Forfeited is the time
of hands within the
eyes of blinded man.
Seen all but not enough
through the doorway
of hell.

Left alone dreams
scurry under stilled
feet. Out to dry is
the common cry
when heard upon
ears of a lonesome
pleads.

Been there,done that
means nothing when
placed by the grace
of a presence shared
eternally.

Belonging never an
obstacle,fright plays
a devilish game when
spotted through shaking
hands.

Dept's to never be
paid in full when
thought through the
mind of a fool in
self blame escapade.

Sit and watch as
the time goes by,
never to feel the
perfection of a
soul to soar and
rise.Another drink
past quivering
lips prove all is
not in the name
of heartfelt bliss.