I'm still getting back into my poetic form, please be honest when you comment.
Guided but i'll be never familiar,
as I'm pulled towards a similar trail.
I will for light, but my eyes betray my blight,
becoming barriers, halting any scene.
Surrounding, resounding, colours by numbers.
Only seeing, a catalogue of past views,
having to recycle, replace to estimate
what rushes to me, falls at the last hurdle.
My mind lost it's paint, my eyes, a blank canvas.
Guided but i'll be never familiar,
as I'm pulled towards a similar trail.
I will for light, but my eyes betray my blight,
becoming barriers, halting any scene.
Surrounding, resounding, colours by numbers.
Only seeing, a catalogue of past views,
having to recycle, replace to estimate
what rushes to me, falls at the last hurdle.
My mind lost it's paint, my eyes, a blank canvas.