Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees?

Where does he go when dark clouds

above occupy his mind?

-and concrete seals off the sky?

What is he meant to do when

the world is one shade of

dull, aching grey

– and he cannot even see it?

I’ll tell you………

He determines to use his faith

in a higher power

to stave off death as it tries to

scurry down his throat

like a rat

He pockets life in his loin cloth

and soldiers on

– regardless

© Vivian Zems

Dverse Poets

“Where can a blind man live who is pursued by bees?“-first line by Pablo Neruda