Make me blind again
to the shadows of indifference
that spread across unfertile black fields.
I’ve seen your cold emptiness
and I’ve felt your bitter cynicism
take root in my heart.
Make me blind again
to the ravages of time
in my morning mirror.
Weathered wrinkles of shame
and failure and fear accusing me
of crimes only I know I’ve committed.
Make me blind again
to the white capped waves of regret
lapping on shores of sorrow;
my footprints left behind
in the intractable sand of the beach
of things said and done.
Make me blind again
to the bubbling poisons of disease
and the toxic fumes they emit.
Make me blind again to the inevitability and clarity
with which I see a future
of diminishment and loss.
Make me blind again
to the darkened skies and barren trees
of the black forest of death.
Make me blind again to all I know
because seeing nothing is the same
as seeing everything.