Captured Sight, Tortured Ears

With sight I am blessed-

Such an undervalued gift

And one I sorely miss

As ebony embraces me

My blind fold disables me

It makes me as helpless

As my baby back home

Will I make it back?

I doubt it

What will my family think

when they find I am gone?

It is only by some miracle

That I freed my constricted arms

And then sound becomes

A curse

For I hear ominous steps drawing near

A deliberately slow tempo

Of rubber sole on concrete

And I wait there in darkness

With a hysterical feeling

Seeping into my skin,

Hoping to come to my senses