10h
Even if people are visible to you. Some things still don't become clear in life. Because what we can't hear we can see. What we can't see we can hear and what makes us cry we fear. So why is death a curse of the living when youth is a blessing and old age is a gift. At least in life there's hope.
This poem is about the struggle between the light and the darkness. The hope that one day they see and hear what they feel and touch.
