Sunday, December 6, 2009

Blind

The sheer Terror of darkness envelopes me
Swirls of unknown dance just past searching fingertips
Pure fright grips my spine as I lash out against imagination's tricks
A bruised knuckle is all I have to show for my panicked flailing
Even familiar surroundings transform into dangerous minefields at a slight redecoration
Frustrated at my own disorientation and vulnerability I cry out in anguish
Even as the sound echoes soft hands press against mine, reassuring whispers assuage my fears
Without her I am lost and alone in the dark

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