He was always so talented;
always so driven,
Always so drawn
to the darkness forbidden,
For he was the light of love;
he was a vision,
And yet he was blind
but kept that part hidden.
His friends never knew
and of those there were legion,
For he’d traveled the world;
he’d taught great collegians,
And all of them blinded
by his dazzling beacon,
The blind leading blind
teaching bliss behind treason.
He could not believe
and though he was a cutie,
Because he was blind
he could not believe beauty,
And so he befriended
and seemed to have plenty,
But behind his disguise
he believed he was empty.
I know this is true
for I’ve tasted his honey,
I’ve loved him so gently
and I’ve loved him roughly,
I love him so much that his pain
leaves me bloody,
But I fear to be beautiful
he’s made himself ugly.
Written by Jason Wright
June 26, 2017
