one morning
you wake up
you see nothing
but darkness still
you ask what time
is it? it is 7 in
the morning,
you discover
that you are blind,
you see nothing now,
you rub your eyes
still
they do not see light
or color or shape
you imagine light
smell things and
imagine what their
colors are,
you think that it
is just a nightmare
it is not, it is
a reality
what is the use of
tears?
what is the use of
screaming?
bear the darkness and
learn to live with
it, ....learn to
love it...
it is all you've got
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