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