The things that keep the spaces wound,

seem to be the things to unravel the mind.

The light beneath the eyes,

sometimes fading,

sometimes blinding,

now cutting me to pieces.

The waves of colors,

creeping into my mind at all hours,

causing more pain than the one I accuse.

The stress,

on top of the unwanted thoughts,

crawls thru my veins like a two headed snake.

Always wanting more than I have.

The yearning overpowers the necessity.

Blindness makes the heart a heavy place.