Blind

To truly see the eyes of an onlooker must be opened, As for so long they are closed shut, Complications which leave the mind stuck in a repetitive rut, The blind continue on, Even though they are unaware their own deception until all hope is gone, The man or woman like a child crumples to a tortured tear, Everything stripped from you blackness now your only dear, All consumed in a searing abruptness, Now intoxicated with fear the mind slips into deep twisted corruptness, Done with normality, Given up on finding reality, Finally scraping bottom thou is loose from the bind, With your torture in place no longer are you BLIND.