H.+Extented+Metaphor+Poem

__ “They are just blind” __ By Alexander Hirschberger

All my warm words, all my helping hands are pushed away, stamped on by careless minds, Somewhere in the corner lays ‘my contribution’ still waiting to be heard, Faces can be like walls and nothing can overcome them, not a single word, ‘They’ are just blind.

My thoughts, a land of question marks, is likely to be answered by emptiness. The Emptiness of careless minds who are running a race, without ever looking back, never glaring at us others who chase, Their closest friend is the mirror who pushes out of the frame the ones who finish last, ‘They’ are just blind.