Blinded life

When I wake up in the morning my eyes open but I can’t see.

I yearn to see a vision, a vision of me.

I can’t see as I am blind.

A sight and a vision is what I wish to find.

I always wake up hoping today I will see some light.

I always end up with darkness, like the darkness of the night.

I often think why me?

All I want is a beautiful colour to see,

All my life I have had no vision.

Feeling like my blindness has given total division.

Walking on the streets is a hard task.

The difficultly of which I struggle to mask.

Each day however I have hope.

Hope that one day my eyes will open but vision will float.



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