As a young man (30ish)
Sat alone in a room,
His feeble voice
Rang out:
"If there's anyone here,
Please talk to me."
"Help!" He continued.
"I've gotta go
To the bathroom.
Please, help me!"
Echoed his broken,
Lame voice.
Sadly, his cry
Fell on deaf ears.
I've seen him
Throw himself down,
And banging his head
On the floor--
In a loud voice,
Cursed God continuously.
With a lamenting voice,
He prayed to die.
And yet, he lived.
In pitious ragings,
He'd severely
Threaten others.
But with family,
He remained utterly calm.
Only his family
Could console him.
My heart ached for him,
As my eyes welled with tears.
For, you see,
He was young and blind.
Unfortunately,
He was a young blind man,
Consumed by his blindness.
This story is true. And situations such as this, illustrates the truth of life's less glamorous side: the affliction. The darkness. The loneliness. The dependency and utterly helpless feeling. The fear and despair. What is not, and yet could have been for any of us.
