I used to be afraid of losing my eyesight.
But now I’m afraid of losing my mind.
The world is beyond crazy, I find.
I turn around and see my life in hindsight,
A shaded memory, a darkened twilight.
I used to be afraid of being blind,
Living in a world designed
For those not considered finite.
The world is bleak, dark
Even with the ability to see.
I walk afraid of the shadows,
Sidestepping an unknown spark.
I walk, afraid, never serene.
How could this have been foreshadowed?