The Blind Angel Poem by Ivory Snow

I watch him,
he stands, he sits
he even walks in circles.
He does this because he cannot see
he only can smell, hear, touch, taste,
but can't see.
every time i see him i feel grief
it was not his fault his mate died
not his fault his is blind, alone, needing.
he stands, he sits, he even walks in circles,
but sometimes he just stares.
Stares into space, into darkness,
knowing he will never see again,
knowing that he is alone