I open my eyes,
to embrace the dark,
I can smell the trees,
but see no park,
I feel the warmth,
of day on my face,
but its as dark as night,
when your in my place.
They tell me the ocean
and sky are blue,
which means something different
for me than you,
I have no concept of colour,
everythings black,
how colours make you feel,
is something I lack.
Don't pity me,
or think I miss out,
for I hear the world,
every whisper and shout,
so much of the world,
passes you by,
when you're feeling down,
I hear tears roll from your eye.
When you try to hide,
with hands on your face,
I smell the salt,
the slightest trace,
I may be blind,
but see more than you,
this is my life,
the straw that I drew.
©spor
