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It is hard to write down your feelings

On an empty piece of paper

The stark whiteness begs for words

Almost impatient,but to silent 

To protest your pace

So with sight I form the words

Those that fester under my skin

Blind without a sense of sight

As calloused fingers brush your walls

Trying, not to be to proud to crawl

If only I could find my way

But, there is no guidence for a blind woman

When they have unveiled eyes

But clouded vision and unformed words

That decay their tounges

And sour their teeth

Until the mere thought of a word

Leaves them in tears

Remembering the blissful feeling of

Letting others know your thoughts

Knowing...

Trusting...

Believing...

And now those things are lost

Back where I buried my dreams

Bringing me closer

To whom I do not want to be