by AmericanBoy

Created on: March 15, 2010

It hunts me like a wounded prey

my eyes are hid

from break of day  

what others seem to deem as light

I cannot see

my world is night

the darkest moments feel too long

I fear the dusk

and dread the dawn

then question why I feel this loss

each moment left

to count the cost

and stumble tween these darkened walls

that crowd me close

they stand so tall

tll I retreat within my mind

And curse the day

that found me blind

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