The Blind Pilgrim

The Blind Pilgrim by Jack A.S. Dunce I lost my eyes in awe of starry skies to just awake from dreams that never were abound with questions, nothing more than why. Again I tried to flap my wings to fly above the storm -- too high for fraying feathers. I lost my eyes in awe of starry skies. The well I drank from left me high and dry -- a tumbleweed accursed to wander, abound with questions, nothing more than why. The star I followed flew away as firefly; the path it showed may lead to nowhere. I lost my eyes in awe of starry skies. I lived the parts redacted red with dye of stories being written all by ear, abound with questions, nothing more than why. I saw the world in full through blinded eyes; the shadows linger each morning after. I lost my eyes in awe of starry skies, abound with questions, nothing more than why. ©️pgmr 11/15/2024