Reflections From A Lost Generation


Eyes of the Blind

by Iain Joseph
my eldest son
I seclude myself.
I avoid looking at anything that offers a reflection.
It’s not self-pity I suffer from
But utter frustration.

Hardly can I open my eyes
Without being consumed by frivolity.
I see a dispute
And I turn away in disgust.
I hear laghter
And hate the sound of it.
I see tears
And I laugh.

Alone,
Drinking them in silence.
I seem to be forever crying
But nobody sees,
For my tears are inside.
Were I to let them out
They would only be misinterpreted.
And consolation,
That is the worst of all.
Put a hand on my shoulder
And I’ll ignore it with burning volition.
Hating the gesture
And despising whence it came.
And if I see, hear, feel nothing at all,
I disregard the world
And seek comfort in the eyes of the blind.

2 Comments on “Reflections From A Lost Generation

  1. There is a time for all seasons and many seasons lived by the soul. This may be why some call the season of despair in the world “Kali Yug” – “The age of Demons”. Far away in the Desert in a cave all is well. Harmony is found inside and in the Natural world unspoiled by the iniquity of men. Harmony of nature: the man strong and protecting tribe and family; woman supporting her man in trust and unity without domination; the children obeying their Parents who live without shame of adultery, unclean food or drugs.

    This is a Poem from a wise man that has seen the despair of the material world and strife of men. This is a poem of one who will forsake the world and seek a righteous path I believe. You must be very proud to have such a thoughtful son Doctor Zaid 🙂

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