INVERSION

I look through eyes
Which seem to be blind
Searching for beauty 
I cannot find

I listen with ears
That must be impaired 
So only hear words
Which make me scared

I think with a mind
That cannot deduce
Why am I here
And what is the use

I feel with a heart
That searches for love
But it's only you
I can think of
BOEMS by JA 544