Blind

Looking out across the horizon of the floor,
Nothing to the left,
Nothing to the right,
Complete silence,
A desolate realm where you exist.
There is no fighting it,
There is no fighting against it,
There is no living with it.
This is the point,
The point where the memories follow you,
And you feel like you can see them.
They walk in front of you,
Walking in the blackness.
You try to shed a tear but you don’t feel it,
And you try to open your eyes,
But you can’t