sand

if i was blind,
nobody to lead me,
it would all be okay,
for my dull mind would stay strong,
i would force my way through life.

unseeing,
lost in the dark,
it would all be okay,
for my small hands would reach out,
and drag my body through life.

what might those hands reach?
another blind man's hands?
just another mannequin?

or perhaps the dirt,
after all the hurt,
bloodstains on my shirt,

who had i been fighting?
who had been fighting me, the blind?

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if i couldnt see... i would be...