testing a new poetry strategy... eh.

To see again.
That is my only wish.
That, and for my "killer to see me now".
To see that I am not dead.
Just blind; can't you tell?
He accused me mad;
Insane.
They all did.
So he took my sight, and killed me.
But, aha! His actions failed!
And now I am waiting...
Ever so silent.
Ever so still.
waiting... waiting...
until the day he comes by.
waiting... oh yes, I'll be waiting when he comes by.
Always waiting.
I will never move.
Where does a blind man have to go, anyway?

"Sour Revenge Beyond the Grave"
-Amy Bohon, 2/4/10, Thursday, 10:55 pm