Blind Optimism

The ground trembled beneath our feet,

but you thought we were dancing.

Twirling and whirling,

hands reaching for something

that isn’t there,

you thought we were ecstatic,

but the wind you felt

you generated from

your bliss,

was a storm.

Untroubled by the darkness,

you commented upon the night,

though it was midday.

Stumbling, you thought

you were reaching for

new heights,


But you were troubled

by the dankness.

How it rose from underneath

the surface that is

my despair.

How you could not

explain that


troubling reality.

That smell.

So you blamed me,

and though I tried to tell you,

you walked away.


2 comments on “Blind Optimism

  1. wordwand says:

    a loively poem, good use of words.

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