Blind Son of Timaeus

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

Caleb A. O.
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