“Blinded” feeling stories
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werwereop “Tragedy is the best way for sympathy”
Autoplay OFF   •   10 months ago
This is a story with twist and some words are meant to be taken figuratively. Of course if you want to share your opinion on the meaning of of your poem you can but I’m not going to say it because it ruins the point of poem.


I cannot see the world around.

Before birth, my fate decides no joy.

Can you believe the cruelty of reality?

For the fire that took away my sight.

At least no longer suffering from my foe.

At least resolved, have gone with my fury.

Beneath the ground I once belong.

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