I am fearful I might bump my head.

As, I am walking through life blind.

I tap along with my cane, 

Embracing the darkness.

Expectations of help,  dead. 

Feeble assistance,  declined.

I no longer hear also.

This is how things are designed.

Cocooned in silient darkness.

Comforting,  yet so confined.

I have to much fear, 

To look,  and to hear.

What I see just blows my mind.

I choose to keep my eyes closed. 

And my ears covered.

The World is just so Unkind. 

 

By JD Bardo