blurriness surrounds me
running to and fro.
not sure of what's around me
where will i go?
blurriness is like the night,
full of darkness,
full of fright.
to the left or to the right
which one will be my plight?
seeking direction
seeking what's clear
fighting this darkness
that comes blurred with tears.
not letting it win
i'm doing just fine.
my vision has changed,
how will I survive?
perhaps some good friends,
right by my side.
my vision is fixed.
oh how I could cry.
YOU ARE READING
in the mind of
Poetrylittle things i've jotted down here and there to suppress the overwhelming emotions that never seem to disappear
