Blinded to Hope 2

collab with and beautiful poem by
my photoshop is screwed so I had to use another program that will only let me add text

Seasons change around me.
The birds come and go.
Moonlight, daylight,
no longer light my way.
Locked within myself,
locked in darkness.
I must rely now on
smell, sound and touch
to know where I am,
to know when I am...
I can hear the nightbirds,
and also the swans calling,
they herald the twilight
as I walk near the waters.
I can feel the cold stone steps,
the moss on my bare feet,
and smell the nearby water.
Things seem so different,
when you cannot see them.
I think back to...
when I lost my sight,
when I lost my dreams,
when I lost my hope.
And yet, still, I go on,
living, feeling, hearing,
the world and those around me.
If I had hope left...
I would hope for a miracle.


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