Poetry By Chuck



When he returned
His eyes were blind
His sight was left behind
His mind closed to mankind

His vision clouded
His hearing dulled
His days endless
His nights terrified

Nothing seemed to matter
Nothing seemed the same
Everything was lies
Reflected by glassy eyes

In his heart was a void
Empty of everyday things
No feelings of any kind
None that he could find

Days and weeks passed
Months without gain
All the same
Each memory was pain

Standing on the edge
His one wish to be dead
to the moments
and memories
of his life...
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