Blindness

October 5, 2017
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I asked my mother
Why the light had faded
From my once crystal-clear eyes.

I asked my father
Why the darkness closed in so tightly
Among my candy-coated lies

I asked my sister
Why I couldn’t see
In the starkly lit room.

I asked my brother
Why I was always praying
For my inevitable doom.

My friend asked the same,
Why her sky was no longer
A rich, unending  blue.

I told her of my findings,
But Unfortunately,
that was my question too.






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