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.

 

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SEE ME

SEE ME
See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

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?

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 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 had 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.