My father lost his sight in an accident when I was a child. I remember being scared and not understanding. This poem is an interpretation of my father explaining his blindness to me.
Tears falling from eyes unseen, distorted perceptions of what used to be a dream. Reality finally settling in, no longer searching for what could have been.
Death has come knocking once again I don't know, should I let him in? He has been at my door twice already I send him away, I'm not ready. It's only a matter of time before he comes back