Where Is This Poem by Andrew Rose

Where is this?
A dark space of nothing.
Who knows how long this is?
Without measure?
Without measure there is nothing tangible to focus on,
This is not a world devoid of measure.

An occasional sprinkle of light
Only reinforces the immense surrounding abyss,
A temporary vision of freedom is suffocated
When the ensuing shadows return.

I wish I was a blind man,
Maybe I could try,
Then there would be no signs of light,
No dream to project and burn into my mind,
To be blind of these feelings is what I seek.
In truth is this something you can find?
Or rather something which you lose?
I do more scratching around in the dark than anyone,
That’s what I believe,
It’s not true at all,
Just true of now.

A temporary happiness that isn’t and will not last
In this climate of solitude and faded vision.
The way forward?
Walking shoeless I discover that if you need to journey
You must take a first step.

I no longer have my feet.