Blind
consumed with addiction
blinded by depression
what is this obsession and why haven't I
learn my lesson
only he knows my transgressions
lighting grows dim and vision is blurred
the blindness has set in
so into the darkness I creep
trying to find the way day after day
I know what is there and what can be if
only I could see
Copyright © M. E. Hathcock | Year Posted 2012
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