Blindness
As perceptive as I am, I am blind
I can feel, I can smell
you near me, yet further away from me
leaving me to dwell here
wondering if I did the right thing
Lost in my self-woven web
I only see a glimmer of the truth
Who am I?
Am I death?
Am I lost?
Jesus saved those who wanted to be saved
Yet the rest of us are here
Are we deprived of life therefore?
Static feels like a silk cobweb
Rushing through my body
Living for the moment, not knowing
not wanting, just existing
In a world I didn't make, nor chose
Destroy me now, if you must
And together we will return
to what we all will be