Poetry: Myself, Blind

Poetry: Myself, Blind

Words: Sam Stensland

Case closed. I am blind. The box is not hospitable.
The zip is fast
Funny how I always seem to catch it though.
I chortle to myself. People mock the man who
laughs at his own jokes but people hate the man who
takes himself too seriously. The man hates
the people who laugh too hard –
a sign of disrespect –
in his dark coated, overblown, self-important
‘I deserve better than this’ regard.
The man also hates those who
DO NOT LAUGH AT ALL.
“Do they not appreciate good humour?”
The case is out now. Empty, but out. Its
contents are on my head but I am blind. Even
as I put on my glasses –
my dark coated, overblown, self-important ‘I deserve better than this’ glasses –
a sign of disrespect –
I am still blind.

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