I remember those blind
days.
those days when my eyes were
covered.
when
there was no light
above
or in front of me.
I felt the walls,
touched
the floors, each
corner that I turned
held mystery.
each step I took was
tenuous,
each voice
led me down another
corridor
wanting to keep me in
the dark
in a state of bafflement.
I couldn't see where
I was going
until someone came along
and hit
the switch. it's so
clear now.
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