Impaired

I see people

Coming forth and coming near

I see their eyes

What are these eyes?

Do they mean something

For their redemption?

Fires flaming

In their lips,

Smokes shadows

Through these all.

The noise burning

In my ears.

There is no rhythm,

No definition…

There are words

All too clear,

But they are naught.

For I see nothing.

Then,

Am I blind?

And blind they are.