strange tales from hard times

Tuesday, April 15

hard to be blind



Hard to see
what is precious
when life swings too fast,
hard to grab
when you're blind.
Can't perceive its shape
its size and weight
for the very last time
and you missed it again,
again, and again.




by abraham slothface

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