Blinding Light

A blinding light has taken my sight

so now I can not see.

Whether good or bad I am not sad

then again never I can be.

Why should I care if I am not scared

if there is nothing to be feared.

I'm not alive, I am not dead but my vision's tinted red.

I don't remember where I came from, my memory is all but smeared.

Images race without a pace

across my mind's wide ocean.

Today I hope that I can cope

and resist this deadly potion.

A blinding light has taken my sight

so the pain, I do not see.