Blind Man's Bluff

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king” A trail of blood and blistered soles bear witness to pathways he has tread leaving his mark on the world Alone in the dark, he maps his own destiny because he’s unable to follow the course of those more fortunate He feels his way through the life that dealt him this undesirable hand Where a spectrum of colors is averted from open eyes… wanting eyes, that leave the soul bleak He heads to the warmth at the finish where stars peer through darkness and light awaits at the end of the tunnel