I do not know what a blind can see
Blind to everything else, I see you.
I do not know the color of darkness
Black, grey, green or blue
In my foggy vision
No color seems true
I reach out and stumble
Not because I cannot see
But because you keep moving
From defined trajectory
I look for props,
my hands outstretched
with nothing to hold
in dark I tread
if at all you could once
look back and see
my blindness will illuminate
with bright ecstasy
My blindness is vast
Yours confined to me
I don’t see anything else
You see all but me
In this selective blindness
Your and mine
We have built our worlds
In strict confines
I do not want to break free
You know not you are held
We celebrate colors of captivity
Blind to everything else
I wait for the day
When my blindness is complete
I do not see my world, you
And rest in peace.
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