I have no purpose any more,
Lost in the depths, my spirit sore,
Like a painter who's gone blind,
No canvas for my thoughts to find,
And a singer who's gone deaf,
No melody to give my heart a breath.

In this void, I wander aimlessly,
No light to guide, no solace to see,
There is no call for what I sell,
A hollow existence, a somber spell.

Yet still, I daub colors on a board,
To feel the Linseed Oil, sweet accord,
I grasp at fragments of forgotten days,
Desperate to hold onto the vibrant rays.

I hear the music in my head,
A symphony of longing, unspoken, unsaid,
I mouth the words in silence deep,
Hoping my soul's echoes will find their keep.

There is no surgery or cure,
What's gone is lost, forever obscure,
In this silent darkness, I must strive,
To find a way to live, to survive.

But through the shadows, a glimmer gleams,
A flicker of hope, breaking through the seams,
For even in the darkest night,
Stars emerge, casting their gentle light.

In this abyss, I seek a new start,
To redefine purpose, to mend my heart,
Though sight and sound may be denied,
Within my spirit, resilience abides.

For life's kaleidoscope still unfolds,
With secrets untold, stories yet untold,
In this silent darkness, I'll find my way,
To embrace the beauty of each passing day.

I may be blind, but I'll learn to feel,
The textures of life, wounds that will heal,
And though deaf, I'll learn to listen,
To the whispers of hope, my soul's ignition.

For within me, a strength resides,
A flame that flickers, never subsides,
And though the world may not understand,
I'll rise from ashes, resilient I'll stand.

So, let the colors dance on my board,
The silent symphony be my reward,
In the face of despair, I'll defy,
And find purpose anew, as hope draws nigh.