Bound

eyes sewn shut
cannot see the firmament blue
so what does it feel like
to be the gray shadow
the blind creature
and the invisible

And why have they been sewn
and will they ever reopen
does time dictate how and when
the sun returns
from its sojourn
away
behind the curtain
the blackest nights
have usurped all beauty
for those that lack
the privilege of vision
and color and light

And when the eyes are pressed shut
the mind becomes the master
and the conversation
that the unsighted cannot
detract from makes for a deserted and
ill landscape

The individual grieves
for identity
when the monotony of unsanitary
voices whisper harshly
from behind the walls
no one else can touch
or hear
Unable to stifle or strangle
the dialogue cannot be intercepted
imprisoned beneath the skin
that has betrayed
and the brain with wires frayed
the beauty eradicated
when the eyes were forced into occlusion

The lack of gratitude
for the senses intact
is sickening
When people have options
for the greater paths of life
and the spotting of a miraculous flower
illuminates their moment
Do they realize
that nothing hinders a normality
that guides them through their hours
and sickening
are the circumstances that deprive
some of ever witnessing with bright eyes
the vision and assurance of a stability
that glues them together
but the adhesive is not there
and the brokeness damages their faith
they cannot stave off the deafening call
of a mind that manipulates them
into conforming to its bidding
its cruelty
its indifference towards sanity
the blackout and the death
of all freedom
pariahs of joy and light.