“Blind”

I cry through the laughter,
laugh through the pain;
so out of step –
an unrhymed refrain.

Searching for something
that cannot be found;
blowing a trumpet
without any sound.

An optimist, dreamer,
realist, fool,
an unsharpened knife,
and unworking tool.

The sun shines today,
but it won’t shine for me.
It won’t shine at all
for those who can’t see.