Familiar Cry

Speaking to myself… im lost,
Today I understand the cost,
Freedom… still is undefined,
Thought to be by us, the blind.
Mentally enslaved, still true,
Still are physically too,
Differ yet is still the same,
Fire from a different flame.
Speaking to myself, I tear,
Many see, not many care,
Many listen, never hear,
Many… but not any there
Shadow of what used to be,
I am everyone but me,
Used to see, but sight is gone,
Reaping fields… infested corn.
Stare into the darkness… know,
All that comes is meant to go,
Meant to grow, but bound to die,
Different pains… familiar cry..