Doubly Blind
The quiet heart amidst a sea of noise
Peace, tranquility; it is alive.
Empty stares pierce the blind
Such rush, its a wonder they don't trip.
O yes, it is in a different sense,
What danger then, to be blind
And not know.
Let dirt and spittle fly!
Perchance to hit the eye
And now doubly blind they'll cry!
-the bard
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Nice.
I like the enjambments.
The triple rhyme in the otherwise free verse style really adds punch to the lines.
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