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When I saw the picture, it came to me as a very poor boy living in a third world country somewhere in Africa. A boy with nothing but his own being. A boy that has lost everything, and feels grateful for every little thing he gets. Someone that can make the best of anything, just with himself.
It resulted into a poem about a blind boy that can't do anything. He is poor, he lives in Africa and his only way of entertaining himself is by fantasy and imagination. How he defeats his blindness by using his other four senses. How he isn't dependend on other people anymore. Also because the foto is black and white; blind people don't know what colours are, at least when they are born with blindness.

That's why when in the poem he says he sees something, he's really using his other senses to 'see'.
The poem is quite long, sorry for that, but It's hard to put this idea into a short poem for me. Hope you like it.

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Defeater of the darkness

The curse that was once cast upon me,
That was captured with my soul,
Was for always burnt in poison,
Is for always chained alone.

Now I can see everything,
Through the shadow of my sight.
I will be standing on my throne,
And catch the ruler of the light.

From here I see moist grass beneath bare feet,
I watch the trees dance gracefully.
I spot the star that shines real warm,
And even see the berries that I eat.

I am forever more,
The king of senses,
And the queen of feeling.
I am the prince of spirit,
And the counsel of imagination.

My knights rule the forests,
My people rule the sea.
And all in all we are together,
Distorted into God of night.

No man, nor deity will defeat,
This secret of myself alone.
A treasure that I carry blindly,
One that can’t be swept away.

I am the leader of the world,
And I stand on my wooden throne.
I rule with pride,
I rule in peace.

I see everything with blinded eyes.


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