The Blind Monkey

the blind monkey made to perform
his heavy mind hanging low
his heart so sunk and hurt
he dances a merry dance
blind and unloved
he sings a song
no one knows and no one hears
and then come the tears
but blind as he may be
he knows more then those who see
to touch is to love
and that's all he needs
but no one does comfort
not even me
its a sin to begin and forget how to stop
to be hungry and never eat
like a story i wrote once
with no end
it just had blankness
the blind monkey needs no one but everyone's love
and no one can give that to him
not even Him up above
he needs to be held to hold to feel
he dances a merry dance
his story unfolds
so sad so real
of love last gone
his sad sad song
he knows so much
by being so much less then all
so simple
and so complex
a plain faced puzzle
taking years to complete
he dances his merry dance
its all a facade
a child within the monkey cries at night
he cries for comfort
to be held tight
to breath slow breathe
to hinder the calling of death
he dances his merry dance
all inside rotted like wood
inside bad
outside good
he dances his merry dance
master calls the blind monkey
he follows the punishing voice
he makes a choice
the blind monkey runs unknowingly away
into the unknown
following his own path
not knowing what fate hath in store
he dances his merry dance no more.

~Megz~
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