Blindness

What I came across
in between two thoughts
of metaphysics and romance
was ineptitude and selfishness.
There, that which is trending
for souls flying next to mine,
vanity.
An egoist lives at the heart of it.
On quiet hills, on the plainness of riverbends.
That humanist does weep.
A wish was made to keep a promise
and an arm embraced of loneliness.
Pain for sufferers,
death for the willing,
a page to a poet.
The sickness, the damnation
upon life.
No class, status or religion.
That life,
it does have a severe case of blindness.
This is now for me to see.
Am I not looking at you
or are you not looking at me?