Eyes that are Real

The soft green blades graze against my hand
My careful ears hear the wind playing so grand
My blind eyes can only see a red blur
Some delicious food in my hand I prefer
The animals come watch and stare
The elements will always do as they fare
I am at most times on my knees for some feeling
My being is just a dirty thief that is stealing
I can hear, feel, think, and beg
I have a head, two arms, and a pair of legs
Yet in this world, I feel so useless
Not having eyes is so ruthless
I am the space of this weird Earthy air
I just want my rightful humanly share

This poem is about: 
Our world


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