Vision and Sufferings

A hundred miles of darkness Is all I could sense For someone left me a mess Taking out my lense Nothingness I could feel Nothing that could heal My eyes were dark I started fearing the fall Leaving a permanent mark I found myself in a dark hall Strength in me was fading away While so much of it I yet wanted to say It took me a lot to realise That vision played an important role But vision doesn't always mean having eyes And this is how all of them consoled I wondered though how my perfect world changed But this is what never makes me deranged We stay sane with miseries We need them to enjoy glee After all its only after injuries We enjoy the joy of recovery Never should we be afraid of pain Because some rain is needed for gain Sufferings, my friends, never end We may recover or overcome With all the ways, we must mend We need sufferings maybe a little sum Sufferings bring a change in us And excepting these changes is a must