Impaired
Darkness lures above and under,
Light is no where to be seen,
Scared of what I can not hear,
Frightened of what I can not see,
Maybe if I tried harder,
Maybe if I prayed to God,
Maybe if I screamed and hollered,
Someone could show me what's wrong,
After all my fighting, my fusing and my crying too,
I know what's wrong with me,
I can't see and I can't hear,
But that's ok with me.
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