My lonely heart reaches out,
And out, trying to touch
Someone, somewhere,
Like a blind man feeling
His way through a strange room,
Stumbling, groping, reaching out,
Trying not to fall over sharp objects,
And, like the blind man,
I often fall
And hurt my heart.
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blind-man-can-t-see/
