Born Blind Poem by Tom Billsborough
Born Blind
A soul's born blind
Launched out with dark confusion
Into a crescendo of noise
And violent intrusion.
If I was able to unwind
Could I recover this instant
And amend its future
Losing all sense of my present self?
Do I not indeed
Dive down that dark ravine
To clutch a primal seed
To recreate a song that never was
Nor is a part of me.
Is this unconscious act
The true art of poetry?
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8/3/2025 5:50:56 PM # 1.0.0
quite well articulated dilemma and an apt thought.. Was Milton born blind? He is highly regarded