I can not see.
I am blind to my surroundings.
I can feel the slight breeze from the fan blowing across the room.
I can hear the blinds click clack against the wall.
I can sense my dog lying beneath my feet.
I can feel all these things,
but I cannot see.
I've gotten used to the blank darkness
No colour reaches my eyes.
The only place I can see again is in my memories
My eyes feel like bulging sacks
annoyingly twitching, spasming, aching
My eyes have no sight, but the pain is immense.
I'm going insane.
My mind is on replay, trying hard to force sight upon me
The same scenes repeat,
a broken record spinning around and around and around and around and around and around and...
I lose consciousness.
When I awake, it feels as though I am still in a dream.
Pain and terror can only happen in dreams right?
Nightmare is the only word to describe my life.
Years of my life taken over by my young, teenage years
At least I am not back there in that camp,
but that doesn't make any difference.
If I am not there physically, I am there mentally
Every moment of every day.
I try to escape, I can't find my way out.
I can not see.
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Secrets for Words
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
