Tree branch scraping on the shed
scared to death
with feelings of dread
so **** dark
can't see a thing
somethings moving
and it ain't me
i wish to god
that i could see
although it's noon
blind as could be
you probably wonder
how this could be
lost my sight..in 63
hearing is sharper
than you can believe
you never get used to what
you can't see
and now you never like what you can hear
you stumble and fall
and you don't care
if you thought things bumped
in the night
before
try another 40 years
to even the score
it's scary...i'm weary
being in the dark
it's so sad
always missing the mark
you never felt loneliness ..like this before
so **** tough
when you can't find the door
hope one day to see a shimmer of light
dreaming of the return
of my sight
until then...i'm in the dark
bumping walls
not feeling smart
branch still scraping
on the shed
my sight has died
and gone to bed