Blind Poet's Words

Can you smell the flower scent?
Moonlight spells and sparkling eyes?
These cold snowflakes among the rain
How these roomes are filled with rhymes
On the lips of all that know your name

Can you feel the darkness crawling?
Lost in the lifeless eyes.
All of us are slowly dying.
At the end choices are not mine
You close yourself only to leave flying

Brushes rip trough paper like a saw
Pens stop to write,you sit in the night
And hoped to chose what you embrace
You could never have lost the fight
Only look up and pick up the pace

Helpless,floating,blinded by inspiration
You look for chaos in your mind
It may help you choose the right way
But sometimes you think the way can't be found
So you close your eyes once more



By: R.Z. and myself