RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

 

 

 

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

SIT ALONE IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK
“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of...

 

SIT ALONE IN THE DARK


“I sit alone in the dark.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.

Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.

 

Who Let In The Dark?

 

Darkness enters my room 

in shades of midnight blue.

It breathes its cold breath

on my warm, sleeping face.

It wakes me from a dream

of blue cascading waves.

I am faced with the dark

and a hollow feeling inside.

Who opened my window?

Who let in the dark?