A prize he sees

A peculiar sight they see 

A blind duet 

Attention I feel .. Why are we on display 

Attention I want but not from them 

Faces all around watching the show 

Judging, Contemplating, acknowledging this peculiar weird quite odd show 

The ringleader is only a host a commentary to the display before them 

Put in the spotlight 

Am I ever to overcome this brightness blinding me

Halo of light surrounding me or finally 

Be shrouded in darkness like a veil to be covered and freed from the eyes 

The eyes that look upon my flesh 

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