Another kind of dark

Tree branch scraping on the shed,
scared to death
with feelings of dread.

So damn dark
can't see a thing,
somethings moving
and it ain't me.

I wish to god
that i could see,
although it's noon
blind as could be.

You probably wonder
how this could be
lost my sight..in 63

Hearing is sharper
than you can believe,
you never get used to what
you can't see.
and now you never like what you can hear

In the dark, you're so unaware.

You stumble and fall,
and sit there and cry,

asking yourself how,

and wondering why.
 

It's scary, I'm weary
being in the dark,
It's so sad,
always missing the mark.

I never felt loneliness like this before,
so damn tough,
when you can't find the door.

Hope one day to see a shimmer of light,

dreaming of better days,

and the return of my sight.

Until then...I'm in the dark,
bumping walls,
not feeling smart.

Branch still scraping,
on the shed,
my sight has died
and gone to bed...