Clouded mind

An unsteady foot stepping

Across the rain soaked tarmac.

Walking with a fixed cadence

A sombre countenance

Glazed look upon his face

Not open to the sights

Before his blunted eyes.

A blind man haunted with

Too many thoughts to see

All that is living around him.

Caught up in the drums

Of his throbbing brain

A deafening rhythm

That prevents him seeing

The beauty that surrounds,

Troubled by fogged vision

Vaguely treading on his way.

Clarity is a distant angel

Afraid to wing herself

To this tortured soul.

A unsteady foot stepping

Across the rain soaked tarmac.

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