The darkness closes in,my world is different from what others see.
Everything is seen through a grey fog that never lifts
Childrens laughter and smiles does not lift my soul
The birds singing in the trees on a bright summers day
Insects buzzing amongst the flowers,I do not hear.
Things that brighten peoples days are lost to me.
Maybe one day there will be a chink of light
Which I will grab with both hands
Untill then I walk in darkness and distant sounds.
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