take my hand

Dear Lord Take my hand and set me free The wisdom in my pen paints pain on these pale faces Dirty pages, lines scribbled, thoughts impulsive My rhythm at this stage ain’t any privilege For the words I breathe life to take lives and destroy I’m a felon in this verse, never deserved poetry I brew discreet secretes to conceal my image Poetry was conceive in Meredith, for if I was Mary I would have made myself and you proud. The blind spot of life, my love of poetry I wish I could write on a white page My dark world of loud happy voices set free All colors dark, my light captured on memories Wish they live but they are gloomy like my poetry I wish I could open my eyes and see This time, this life, my blindness Lord make me see By the Blind Man at the shopping center corner