Go on your way
Don't look behind
But if you turn
You'll see me blind.
Too tired for the rays of light
That peel from space and block my sight
Vision gone and colors too,
Left with only echoing hues.
Vibrant waves cannot refract
through eyelids sealed and not intact
Nor can they whisper through the shades
That cover up my former gaze.
This curse, of course, could be a gift
Eventually, my sleep will lift.
Just a chance to rest my eyes
Until this blindfold comes untied,
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