I wish I were a blind child
Blind to the world
Ignorance is bliss
I wish I never knew the hardships of the world
To be a listener of all the horrors
While the children ran outside to play
Blind child blind child
Would it have been easier then?
To rip out my eyes
And swap them with someone else’s
A new view
The damage and war
The rape and pillage
Only a chime from a distant bell.
It’s far too late
My ears have listened
I have seen too much
It has made me who I am
And that is more than enough.
A thought provoking poem potraying metaphorically how growing up fast and becoming too aware of the outside world has it's faults.
Of course this is metaphorical. I feel a bit meh about this poem it's not how I feel all the time and I show that towards the end of the poem.
Written by me Charis.Clarissa.CE