The path on which I walk
Is still not clear
The voices that talk
Are furious and unclear

Blurry is my blinded vision
That sounds so not right
Shattered is my lives mission
All darkness, no spark of light

A walking stick as a guide
Making my way to a park
I wish to bury myself and hide
Where there is absolute dark

Till the voices go away
And I regain my sensory
To see through my thick glass
I feel like a century...


©sim