Blind Son Of Timæus

Darkness once filled my world Believing only what I smell and hear Many are aware of my distresses Yet many could barely bear Left my juvenile court To embrace the youthful arms I didn't see In the open I sat daily Waiting for the dime meant for me In rags I am clothed With crumbs I am fed My bride hardly believes her sight Wishing I was dead Yet my little turtle dove I sacrificed for her health Forfeited my lamb for my daughter Who sings my heart to melt Though I haven't seen her Her voice lingers in my head I tried all to do for her Yet couldn't make her cradle bed Suicidal became my dearest friend As fulfilment days drew near Having achieving nothing big Torrential judgment became my fear As I walked down to my usual spot I felt like any other day Ambivalence clouds my mind Wondering what next to say Voices were noised abroad Heralding an uncertain rain What could this be I questioned A familiar name heads my way My adrenalin shot at desperation My voice He heard finally He sent for me and demanded My request was granted gradually Written By: Caleb A. O. +2348026755943 BlindMan, Poem of the Blind, Timaeus