Stumbling
Like a blind man stumbling in the dark
Knocking my shins on the debris of my heart
Arms stretched out seeking a friendly hand
But all I hear is the sound of falling sand
Every time I find the hope I’ll make it through
I trip and fall on discarded memories of you
I hope one day to regain my failing sight
Until that day I remain in endless night
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2008
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