The Blind Man

I look up into the sky to see its still filled with dark clouds of inky smoke. I slowly lower my head, but I still see nothing but endless blackness that goes on for miles and miles into eternity. Stepping back into my blackened home, I walk into a dark room and sit down in a chair of shadows. A woman sits down next to me and we talk of many things for many hours. She is heard, but not seen, just like everything else surrounding me.

For I am the blind man.

Kristin M.