Sightless, I Stumble

This is it.

I found a burning cigarette once,
And put it out under my heel.

I found a cracked window once,
and my distorted refelction.

This is my life.

I lost my hearing,
and my voice.
And sightless, I stumble--
Through chords of music,
breathing.



- posted by Jonathan@ 11:58 AM