Drifting Blindness
Every night I lie upon this soft
cloud-like bed,
floating away to many forgotten
worlds of whispering flowing
words,
words that only he spoke to
rekindle my fading glow.
Many combine into dreams,
dreams that only I behold
within my lustful mind.
My eyes glitter in the twilight
of his sweet smile,
although reality itself is not
the same.
Many tender vibes penetrate
my mind like a dagger slashing
through a thin layer of my delicate
skin that once was stained by
his gentle hands.
Sadly blindness has shattered
my memory of his angelic face,
leaving my soul to drift away
into a forgotten world,
a world of compassion and faith.
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