Perhaps

we are all blind sometimes.

Our vision becomes shrouded in the pitch-black

darkness of our own rotten words.

Our blood turns cold, emerald with envy.

Our negative actions act as a

blindfold

where no rays of purity are able to seep through.

Perhaps

our blindness is the cause of stepping off a ledge,

fear

heavy in the heart, and eyes completely closed.

As our vision slowly disappears, like buildings

obscured

behind thick sheets of fog, our words and actions lose their

sanity.