Without sight
Seeing only black
Things not working
The way I’d like
Broken shards
Of diamonds faded
Only glass remains
Sinking slowly,
Slowly dying,
Becoming opaque mud,
As foul as my own blood
What next?
Still sinking.
Lost in my own fog.
Annoyed by teachers
Even preachers
Angered by their ignorance
Of this world we all live in.
Not capable of this thing called love
Not even of myself.
In fact…I hate my being.
The way I look
Smell
Live
Faithless squirming filth
Not fit for care by others
You see…my attitude
Has affected
My destiny…
And I can no longer see it.
