Walking Blind

Pat Fitzgerald

Sitting in the late afternoon, striving to find an idea for today’s poem, I began thinking how altered the opinion of humanity has become. How uncaring people have become to their fellow being as they pass by without a caring glance. Filled by the need to survive we forget those who struggle and pass us by. We no longer care? Or Did we ever have such compassion to begin with?

This in a nut shell is the basis of today’s poem. We believe that which is placed before us and never question if it were truth. We seek to goide but our guide dog is blind. Such is the result of a society that is pressed to rush on by. A prove me wrong type of poem, ne that stakes a claim and awaits it’s answer in return.


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