Blind

BLIND

Dark,dark,dark

Never anything else;

Spent my days or

Perhaps nights

Wondering what it felt like

Right way days and

Nights distinguished.

Time when I opened up,

It was a mixture of feelings;

Amused to actually feel colors

Red for anger and

For danger.

Was it worth compromised?

Back when was dark

Coolness and patience had it.

Maybe I was better off then

Than now;

For who knew, dark is

Sometimes better

Than light.