Lost
All I can see is black.
Obsidian smothers my sight's lack.
My abode remains dim.
Light -
A distant memory to win.
But it still hovers here,
A beckon to draw my sight near.
Nevertheless, fear holds captive my gaze -
The knowledge of blindness to truth's blaze.
It is more than I can bear.
I don't think I can face my fear.
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