HM - Blindman See's

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**Blindman See's**

Another day in this damn world, blinded with reality. My eye sight has been taken, by a dreadful disease. As I'm guided by my faithful dog, he takes me on a journey through the park. The wind is blowing, shuffling of leaves I can hear, Fall has come, and leaves I know are turning. He leads me to a bench, I therefore set down, putting his head on my lap, I scratch behind his ears. I wish I could see, but my sight has gone, macular degeneration has taken it's toll. As I sit there thinking, something brushes across my face, and I am quick to grab, a leaf is bestowed upon me. I hold it in my hand's, run my fingers across it's veins, in my mind this leaf takes shape, a maple leaf, I bet it's red. I hold up to my nose, and take in it's musty smell, the saturated scents of time, has been embedded. Damn, I wish I could see again, and hastily toss the leaf to the ground. I pull out my flask, and take a hefty swig, bourbon now upon my breath. Well, come on boy, it's time to go home, I smell rain in the air, and the coldness creeping in. Prompt: blindness, describe through scent, touch, taste, hear I'M NOT BLIND © Cara L. Greenlee, All rights reserved http://allpoetry.com/poem/3641792 Nov 24 6:56 PM 2007