the reading of books
and nonchalant looks
has got me up on edge
how do i let
my true colours flow
when i am nothing
but the universe
which is only everything i know
how can i make do
with the unjust
and bias based views
of powers that i know to be true.
i am blind
i am weak
i am a child of unknown beliefs
March 18th, 2012 at 7:56 pm
Wonderfully written, but life is all about being true to ourselves and being who we are mean to be; not worrying about what others think. It’s very difficult to follow on a daily basis, but good to remember! 🙂
March 18th, 2012 at 8:01 pm
I liked this poem quite a bit. The last “i am a child of unknown beliefs” is espeically strong and will stay with me.
March 18th, 2012 at 8:18 pm
I agree with Lscott! Very interseting poem, it Breathes originality