Blindness

unending darkness always there a place to hide to be safe, but a weakness to not understand when you hear about the stars what they look like, they say open your eyes and see luminescent orbs resting in the velvety black sky, but you cannot you will always be in a midnight sanctuary a world all your own loved and hated trusted yet feared your past and your future your hopes and dreams, everything looks different in your imaginative mind, everyone tries to explain what things look like they act like you grieve your present, past, future condition, but you don't you derive comfort from it, your dark paradise...