I was born a blind man

I was born a blind man, so my other senses are over explored
I delve between a country living yet Buddhist soul to the ever very core
When I explore the existence of living I'm never confident in my reflection
There are so many scars, so many deep and dark afflictions.

I'm a dog lead hobo that bleeds his heart onto the sidewalk for pennies and cents
Yet I have a family somewhere out in this world, I'm a rich man in the realm of peasants
Born of parents who gave up on this retina whitewashed victim, this cursed baby forever under blankets of the darkness
The starkness, never became too much for me. It was karma that became this young boys country heart sanctuary.

This blind man cries tears only the salt water fish will ever understand
A banjo playing, street clinging, essence hugging man, an enigma my mother could never comprehend.
A kissed goodbye that I couldn't witness,  I could never ever see
I imagine they cried for their loss, right? They cried for me

And didn't just place me amongst the reeds in a basket for anyone to find
Didn't just launch me a like a thousand other vessels amongst all those other kids who are blind
The ones whose hands I held in playgrounds, to guide each other onto the swings
To feel the wind caress our cheeks as we swayed back and forth in the darkness of our angels wings.

I was born a blind man and all I see now are dreams
I was born a blind man but now all I see are the uplifting laughs and screams
so succulent and powerful so much denial
So much more than those who see the spectrum of your discoloured rainbows, through the pollution your world reflections, reliant upon the very comprehension in the file that ends
my poetic line. It finished with this sentence.
It completed when I realised, this blindness was always mine, and  no more apprehensions.