I cry myself to sleep at night
Wondering and grieving
Hoping that I can regain the sight
Barely just believing
Thinking; could they really be
Doing this on purpose?
Or is there more than I see
Just below the surface?
My mind must prepare, engulf,
Escape from its cage
To confront the ravenous wolf
That taunts me, flares my rage
But can I kill what I can’t see;
Can I destroy what should not be;
What, in my sorrow, finds its glee
And does nothing but cause misery?
