My View
As I open my eyes the world is a blur
I lay my glasses in the top of my nose,
slowly I begin to realize that I am not in my usual place.
As I begin to explore this lonely world Im safe to say
everything seems clear to me until. I slip and they crack,
I bend down to see the lense shadered my only way of
being able to see the good in the world. I begin to get scared,
I slowly get up and realize everything is a blur again.
I stretch my arms out and continue on my path to nowhere,
I see things around me and I flitch at the sound of leaves
rustilng from the wind.
But deep down in my mind I think of the worst
monsters, snakes, unknown people,
my life can be in danger, and I would not know
because everything will be a blur, the unknown will
be in unknown until I get my power back.
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