when love is all i can think of in my religion class
I found this poem if it can be called as such when i re-opened my folder containing incomplete stories i made. It was written 3 years ago as I was sitting half-listening to my religion teacher. I had to edit it again because it sounded absurd and here the less absurd version. I didn't know whatelse to put in here for now so just to fill in the emptiness I posted this here. lol.
BLINDNESS
by chaste08
There was a man who never looked and never stopped.
One day, I fell off the bridge while following the man from afar
I yelled, and he stopped. He stopped from walking.
I cried, and he paused. He again stopped from walking.
The water of the river embraced my body,
And the water swallowed me.
And oblivion dawned upon me.
When I opened my eyes, he was there
Sitting beside me, at an arms length.
Enough to feel he was there but not enough to be felt.
I asked him if he was the one who helped me out from the river:
“No, I don’t know you miss,
I didn’t know either
That there is someone around.”
And he is the blind man who never looks and never stops.