The bitter burdens weigh heavily
on love that's been scorned.
If the blind lead the blind, you see,
both will end up in the pit.
But today, they spit in the palms
of some wanderer from Eden.
With glee at their blindness to calm,
they dig at the earth on their bellies.
Alas! Human nature
doesn’t heed Heavenly pleas.
It desires not a single ache,
only to eat and to sleep with ease.
And for long it will scratch and claw
with claws right down to hell,
where the bat and the mole draw
their masquerade in a swell.
No saint could weep for them, caught
on the cross in despair.
The world is shrouded in darkness;
the earth is wrapped in twilight air.
Amidst the spite, fury, and jeers,
the sightless will fade away,
where sin will roll them in death's fears—
the sin of earthly Adam, they’ll pay.
Stefan Glavchev
(Fleeting Remains)
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