Brick Wall I am surroundedplaguedindifferent of changeforfeiting my right to see I am blinded. I have no pridemy actions devotedI fight for soundmy hearing subsides I am deaf. My hands grow weakgrazing the wallmy cheek pressedlips wide open I am tasteless. My words trembleheart beating fasterI shout for anotherthey turn in laughter I am Mute. Four senses goneI bask in natureby giving up sightI gave up my future I am Enlightened. Poetry Slam: #NoFilter Scholarship Slam - CLOSED Comments Login or register to post a comment.