Sight Pt1

Sight Pt1 I weep for I see the world unlike others do I am different, I am special I am not crippled with vaunted views. they see the world with contact eyes they see with colour and with light yet they miss the majesty around them and judge in black and white. I see just like the others vision is still my friend yet I cannot bring myself to see just as my kin. My existence is a solemn one as I see as shades of grey I glimpse the world unlike they do every single day. My glances are not imposed by the reasoning of man I see my world around me as time and glass and sand. I do not judge my brother who did kiss another man nor do I bequeath my mother with tattoos all up her hands. I cannot understand a father who judges those below or those who follow his teachings everywhere they go. I rail against injustice each and every day and strive to mend the fences of those I may dismay. But my existence is a troubled one of you I do implore do hear my word for I talk until I speak no more. I do not live a life of pomp or pedigree my life is that of troubled minds of this you may well see. I met someone of sun bleached skin hair dark as ebony here our tail doth now turn they view life as grey like me. one cannot simply juxtapose such beauty and such strife I cannot simply understand why they would take their life. Yet one day across the sea we saw a man of might white and black and stoic was he come to crush out light. he broached our shores, with boats and oars most running for their life yet some remain to fight the rain we held off day and night. In a street we fight alone forlorn of families and friends against his wraith we do both dread a solution to the end. A frightful flash of ebony and a knife as sharp as words raise high into the night dear friend and then there was no more. I see a gash, a fearful sigh in pitch darkness or in bright of light O' the horror and the fright. Ebony has left this plane although heaven isn't quite germane the gift that was left behind shall forever be within my mind.