Blind Men

Blind man falls without his view
Who dares to take what he accrued?

Tapered curtains, dimming light
Brings him to the rooms by night

Lost in righteousness and doom
How spotless lies his vacant tomb

His wife now with another beds
Forgetting vows she gently said

Tries to lift his son for hugs
Budged not an inch, he never does

His vision fades, but then restores
To view all which he now deplores

Walking nights and sometimes days
In build up to his charged way-lays

His anger soars, his dire might
Sends winds and chaos through the night

Crashing photographs unnamed
From which his face had once been framed

Footsteps clump for all to hear
Appearance makes them disappear

Lights take on a fervent glow
Bursting glass he then bestows

Where cries take over, echoes sob
As she ties her apron by the hob

She screams and shouts and begs for him
To leave these loving walls within

But love escaped the second when
The poor dear fell in love again

No man shall take what he provided
Although his heart still beats unguided

So sickened fear drives them away
Another brood decides to stay

Their happiness so short and sweet
The master of the house they meet

Their party-lifestyle soon deceased
When they meet the specter at the feast.......