Blind Merely Poem by Jason Bouthillier

things seen others do not
can see where blind is
at times not blind to that
only when in said blind
do I think I think
so clearly

and I do I do see
this blind thing looking
looking dead-eye at me
and I ask of this
thing dearly

often clouds come cloudy
and nothing looks right
a rightful remedy
which takes a bitter hold
a thing inside me
severely

but I wrest from it light
a beam in the night
showing clear direction
a minor correction
and finding myself
so merely