Categories > Original > Poetry
Suffering In the Dark
1 ReviewsJust a poem I wrote for an English assignment. About a blind person with severe depression. As I'm not blind I don't actually know what they go through, but oh well.
As I'm not blind I don't actually know what blind people go through, but oh well. This is something I imagined.
Darkness.
It’s the first thing I see each morning
And at night; making me feel hopeless.
I hate the way it does that.
It envelops me in a blanket,
Strangling me with its strong embrace.
There is no escape from it;
It hovers around me like a storm cloud.
I feel like I am drowning,
Being sucked down into a torturous hell
With no way to tell anything about my surroundings.
It’s a never ending cycle.
I’m different, anyone can see.
The hum of voices stop when I walk by
And silent eyes all follow me;
I can feel it.
It’s like they think I’m some kind of evil,
A demon with a disease they could catch
Putting them in peril.
But blindness is not a contagious disease.
I’ve lived with it all my life, and know
That there is only so much more I can take.
I’m sick of their sympathy and everybody telling me so.
So now it’s time to say goodbye.
Goodbye to my family, my so-called friends,
Goodbye to the world, so tragic and dark.
Goodbye to everything; this is the end.
Please don’t cry for me, it’s better off this way.
Now, I can finally see.
Have the chance to live my life.
Everything will be alright – trust me.
And I hope someday we can meet again.
Darkness.
It’s the first thing I see each morning
And at night; making me feel hopeless.
I hate the way it does that.
It envelops me in a blanket,
Strangling me with its strong embrace.
There is no escape from it;
It hovers around me like a storm cloud.
I feel like I am drowning,
Being sucked down into a torturous hell
With no way to tell anything about my surroundings.
It’s a never ending cycle.
I’m different, anyone can see.
The hum of voices stop when I walk by
And silent eyes all follow me;
I can feel it.
It’s like they think I’m some kind of evil,
A demon with a disease they could catch
Putting them in peril.
But blindness is not a contagious disease.
I’ve lived with it all my life, and know
That there is only so much more I can take.
I’m sick of their sympathy and everybody telling me so.
So now it’s time to say goodbye.
Goodbye to my family, my so-called friends,
Goodbye to the world, so tragic and dark.
Goodbye to everything; this is the end.
Please don’t cry for me, it’s better off this way.
Now, I can finally see.
Have the chance to live my life.
Everything will be alright – trust me.
And I hope someday we can meet again.
Log in to rate and review this story