Blind for a Day

Trepid feelings

Behind a charcoaled curtain

Each turn hides the light

Behind such

Strays a pointer

In all the Cardinal points

Some enhances such

With a two spirit being

But to a darker curtain

It’s only a guise

For our stationary eyeballs

No matter it’s change

It’s still – still

Behind the curtain

For a day

Is self felt

With the exclusion of the world

Each paths is only a guise

Filled with faith of surety

God blesses with instinct

Beyond such gift

Mere trust of wit and selflove

Keeps one going.

By Minstrel

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