Views
She views each day
with half-opened eyes,
not clearly seeing,
not fully understand,
not critically thinking.
Only getting by each day
to get through the next,
and her best years float by
with the worst in mind.
Burnt out like the lightbulb
that faded dimmer each day
until it finally lost its spark,
and then there's darkness.
She cannot see, but
that's no excuse,
for now, she has to trudge
through the dullness.
They ask her,
"Why are you walking into walls?"
and that's when she realizes
her blindness is in plain view.
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