Blind.

BLIND.

My iris cannot control light
days always dark as night
nothing ever makes sense
without me using my intuition.
Every little detail of anything
to me has to be extra
because I’m blind.

Cocktail of thoughts brew
In my mind
why am I so blind?
So oblivious to any object
any obstacle in sight?
Thoughts of anger and pursuit
of answers makes me quiver
in cold absence.

No one in my presents
know how daunting it feels
Not to see faces
And colours as them
Blind to love?
No because the heart is my compass
My map
My eyes.
Blind.