Blind
I am blind, you see.
I cannot find the light.
I am forever in darkness.
No matter what happens,
I'll always be in this mess.
The dark is cold.
The dark is warm.
I cannot chose,
Which it is.
The dark is comforting.
The dark is freighting.
I smile when I feel it.
I cry when I see it.
The dark is my home.
The dark is my friend.
I found that out,
In the end.
The dark is my mother.
The dark is my father.
You ask me,
What do I mean?
It is very simple.
I no longer live.
My mother made me blind.
My father sat and watched.
My sisters pointed and laughed.
I was taken by a light.
The first light in my darkness.
I was taken back to my original home.