Through A Blind Mans Eyes

The break of day creeps into my mind,
The frosty flakes suffocate the ground,
The depth of wind battering my imagination,
The birds in harmony,
The house is awakening,
The restless world of breaking and tumbling,
The smell of food as my ming imagines
The pain of darkness brushing up me,
The numbness deflates my mind,
In this world for which i see light will surely come,
The whispering wind,
The deafening howl,
The smothering laugh of evil,
The gasping yelp of freedom
The crimson tide of feeling
The waiting in anticipation to regain some normalcy,
The strokes of life as i read the lines,
The drowning of radiance,
I'm just going to have to deal with it,