Blind Eye

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 17 Dec 2022

Blind Eye

She’s there. I live in her eyes.
She’s there, loving my disguise.

She knows that I’m not here alone.
She sees right through the lies;
she’s not blind.

She’s there, kissing everyone.
I hide; I’ve already won.

Deep in her heart, she knows I’m made of stone.
One blink, and I am gone;
she’s not blind.

It seems that’s the way it goes:
walking on someone else’s toes.

Deep within my only soul,
I know that I’m not blind;
I just can’t find...

Someone's loneliness to share.
Anyone who’s unaware.

I know that I will find her there.
I know it’s me she’ll find,
but she’s not blind.

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Vincent Van Zandvoort

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love.

Poetry / Prose

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres, including science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, thriller, horror, and drama. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love. Here, you’ll find something that resonates with everyone.