Letters are bumps;

A system for the blind

Made by machines,

Made for no eyes.

Made to feel;

These blueprints of books.

A new form of reading

To which my hands took.

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Computers are voices

Invading my mind

Monotonous robots

Spilling out rhymes;

Line after line

Of gobbledygook.

The data's before me,

But I can't take a look.

--

Chilling to the bone

It's a hot blade

And it comes down on skin.

My masquererde as a warrior

Has to come off.

My path as a Jedi

Is on a different walk.

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Teaching a child the ways of the Code

Makes me feel weary

Makes me feel old.

I'm holding her back.

The last thing I should have done

Was employ my meager skills

To teach someone.

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I feel love

As I feel his face

It's just a touch;

Words would take up space

My biggest regret

About being blind

Wasn't being disadvantaged-

But the lovely faces left behind.

It really wasn't my best poem; I think. But I pride myself in the fact that I could actually write it… well, reviews are always appreciated.