Going blind is not what I expected it to be
opening doors is a bit awkward for me.
I am going eyeless due to life is eating me.
Nerve damaged beyond repair for me
going from a career to darkness I be.
Blindness is an open window into the soul.
Living a lifetime before you lose life,
I can always say I breathed life.
Near sighted for a while now blood swirling galaxies of soul
darkness is not all bad for the soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem