Poetry

Blinded

Written by Jacob Ibrag

All of these people holding onto their

sanity as the subway tunnels swallow them whole.

Whatever lives they have  outside of here doesn’t mean much

anymore. Connected by this waiting room with trains, a non place. Eyes

avoiding eyes, minds drowned out by an amateur drummer that’s trying to get

discovered. Culture created by the people that hate it. ‘Waste of time,’

they all think, rushing from this space to another place of

purgatory. Helpless souls that can’t quite understand

that they’re part of a whole. Blinded.


Photographer Unknown

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4 comments on “Blinded

  1. Love this, Jacob ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  2. VERY nice… word picture moves seamlessly… and your illustrations are genuinely striking. Impressive.
    Len Freeman
    poemsperday.com

    Liked by 1 person

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