On an average day

In an average mind

I imagined the end of one's time

Never knowing pain

Never losing sane

Interest surpassed disdain

With the loss of sight

With the loss of control

I began to see lost souls

My mother in silence

Leaving me with no guidance

My family unwhole

Cousins left with coal and

Nephews left with cold

Sight returned with the receding interest

my eyes left blurry with no way to see

The painful path ahead of me