vision…

i know for some
the gift
of
sight
is
a good things
and
for many
a downright miracle
but
having my eyes
open
for so long
has
blinded me
i
no longer
can see
the shoreline
of
hope
and
the doves
of
peace
that once soared
above my head
are
lost
in the blurred vision
of
the world’s self-interest
i’ve
also noticed
i can barely hear
the dove’s
gentle song
the waves
of
war and hatred
roar
day and night
and
without sight
it is
all
that is known