Presently blind.

A ghostly vision, one of a kind
a hand on my shoulder
like the strong leading the blind.

Never before have I felt the grip of air
but the grip lacked the comfort
I suppose the mind don't play fair.

This a future echo hope decided to share
the devastation as I turn and your just not there.

To the present I stand blissfully unaware
and to this angelic prophecy
my eye's patiently stare.

Prophet in war

The sombre soliloquy
of what the prophet sees
a destination, where no human be
yet we run towards it with such alacrity.

Maybe the gods will grant us amnesty
for the pity, of our stupidity

Double halved

Let the guard down
let the defence drop
and see there's nothing that I've got

I hate lonesome
but I've got nothing for the help
so just try to forget the way that it felt.

1+1 and the math just melts