Bewildered

Bewildered, ...

Amused....

Gasping for air at disbelief of the "seeing" leading the "blind."

How difficult it is to sit and watch.

Helpless sensation.... but beyond my control of show.

When will they open their eyes to see that the roles have been reversed.

In truth, it is the blind leading the seeing....

For in truth, it is they that can see....

And in this, they are knowing.

Disguised and at bay, prowling for the hungry at heart.

Hell does not physically exist in the there after....

But for it is here that one makes it their living hell and grasps and gropes to entangle others into their tangled woven web. They think they are indestructible... invincible.

Time allows them to forget that they are but with purpose...

So, they go along, ...

Lonely, ...

Looking....

Searching...

Aching for a substitute for that which already exists within themselves.

Probing and standing behind their plexiglass shields...

Just waiting for the next "blind" being...

Who in truth, is the only one that can "see."

(6~5~10)