Sands drabble

by Nukyster

Some poems I came up with after toying with my photo programma. Not very long but pretty dark. No big suprize, I mean where talking about Sands here.

23. I can’t see

It's not one of my best poems. But I made it in stress because the exame week is very close. And writhing keeps the stress outside.

I can't see,

Kids passing me by,

I hear them walk,

I hear them talk,

About the man that cries crimson red,

I feel the stares,

I feel the sorry,

I'm blind,

I can't see,

But that doesn't mean I can't feel,

Tourist crossing my path,

I hear them walk,

I hear them talk,

About me,

About the fact that I can't see,

I'm blind,

I can't see,

But that doesn't mean the pain isn't real,

Time ticking by,

I feel the sun burn me loca,

I taste my own blood,

I smell the deaths surrounding me,

I touch my own face, but stop,

I know what lays near,

I'm blind,

I can't see,

But that doesn't mean I don't know,

The monster,

That is me.

Sands can be so poetic if he wants to. Sight… he's just to perfect and sweet and nice.

Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow. And don't forget to leave a message!