Can't help but stumble
It's not that I try
Always finding myself
To wake up wanting to die
Let me see her face
Dear God let me please!
Open my eyes with the
Purest of sight
Set my life to ease
Was I meant not to be blissful?
Was I supposed to die miserable?
Maybe then people could feel deplorable?
But No.
That Can't be.
You won't even answer me.

(A poem written for a guy-friend of mine who has glaucoma)

 
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