Darkness comes at such surprise
Even devoid of chemical influences
The sun shines bright but I can’t see
These grey tinted lenses hinder my senses.
My skin feels tingly to the touch
My step an unsteady gate
Lovely music flows with sweet strings and such
Filters through me like screeches and hate.
There’s a space on my bed which remains warm
As I’m lying there most of the day
A half made bed where my weary self mourns
Not one specific word, thought, or ill to convey.
All darkness seems to bear no source
All pain has no true indication
Tears aimlessly run their course
My only known remedy is prayer for patience.
~ Patti Crowley