I rip down the blinds
hoping just to find
the sun as it does shine
revealing I’m not blind.
What has been here
or in front of me disappeared
as I waste my tears
on dreams that never appear.
Shall I dream to drown
sadness in me I’ve found
so I might find ground
to set my feet down?
It is all but trite banter
that my mind does let enter
that strikes me in center
of my heart as a sinner.
To the privy of imagination
I complete such creations
so I might find persuasion
for my courage to face them.
