he was blind.
he wouldn't see the sunrise or set,
his newborn sister or his older sister's grave,
he wouldn't see the commercials on Saturday morning
he'd never get to cry when he saw his scars
he'd never get to see the carpet cleaner they'd get the blood off the floor with
or how much he starved himself.
he couldn't laugh at the cover of his favorite cereal.
he'd never get the see even the small things
hell, he'd never see his fish.
the boy wouldn't have a glance at the mountains
or his boyfriends lips.
now, I hope you notice we have it easy
while he never gets to see the Pepsi bottles
or the lasagna his boyfriend makes.
the woman who hit him.
he'd never get to see life
all he got was his imagination.
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sorry my poems are very sucky lately
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins