Can't See
Can't see and I'm trippingso many years being guided
left to find my own way
and damn if I didn't get violated
thought everything was so right
yet I was so wrong
so wrong
so wrong
and now I'm traveling a path
of least resistance
I keep asking for assistance
and now that I have it
I'm afraid
because it's too dark
and I can't see
what's ahead of me
yet I continue to walk forward
to go backward
is like never having experienced
all the wonderful things
that combined together
to make this wonderful concoction
in a brown pot on a hot stove
surrounded by kitchen utensils
and still I don't know where I am
or where I'm going
I just have faith
I will get there
with my eyes closed
my heart open
hoping
wanting
needing
no lasik surgery for me
I'm doing fine on my own
with my blinders on
I can't see
but the world is being navigated
for me through treacherous passes
got this far just by asking
help me
I can't see
but I have never been more confident
than I am when I'm with He
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