Love Poems & Poetry

This lamp is always shining,
It’s never abandoned this dusty room.

The room is quite the size, though.
It is 30 kilometers and half a mile with three-quarters of a centimeter long,
And 9 feet and thirteen yards with 3 cups of width.

The lamps shines dimly in the vast blankness.

It’s a dark flame that burns atop.

Not a black one,
Just dark…

And hanging upside-right sideways from the wall,
Stands a man with crippled hands.

He’s said to have lost all his senses since age 2.

But somehow, but somewhat, he manages to feel the heat from the lamp,
He also sees the reflection of the flame’s ember along side the cotton walls.

But I see nothing…
I feel nothing…

He points towards my left and horizontal point-of-view,
I am still unable to spot this “lamp”.

He grabs my frozen hands, with his crippled one.

The texture feels abnormal,
Even to me.

I follow him,
Unconsciously…

Then he holds my face,
I stare at his blank eyes,
And hold them in place.

The image strikes with the power of a fist,

There’s still nothing,
Just the cotton room all around.

I feel him though,
He hasn’t left yet,
Not that there’s some kind of exiting door anyways…

Maybe I’m the blind one,
Maybe I’ve lost everything I had that was never in my possession,
Or maybe, just maybe,
I forgot to open my eyes…

This post was submitted by anonymouss.

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