Brick Wall
I am surrounded
plagued
indifferent of change
forfeiting my right to see
I am blinded.
I have no pride
my actions devoted
I fight for sound
my hearing subsides
I am deaf.
My hands grow weak
grazing the wall
my cheek pressed
lips wide open
I am tasteless.
My words tremble
heart beating faster
I shout for another
they turn in laughter
I am Mute.
Four senses gone
I bask in nature
by giving up sight
I gave up my future
I am Enlightened.
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