Who knew fate could be so cruel

what possible gain is there stealing

not only the contents of the mind's repository

but the heartless theft of the senses

What could be heard by that plundered psyche

to warrant gradually, frustratingly, shutting it down

Is there some danger in seeing... anything

that requires sight's debilitating theft

To slowly turn the tap of life down to an agonizing drip

where it is wasted away never to be recovered

is a cosmic atrocity, and to have to sit by watching

once a star in that same universe dissolve slowly

into an empty vessel just compounds the entire farce

Have faith, I'm told by those already blind

You are not forsaken, say those who cannot hear

The universe moves in strange ways,

is the sage advice of so called believers... until it's one of them

There no offense intended toward anyone in this rant, it  is a public flushing of personal inner rage, and when you are alone each day it is necessary for whatever sanity you can retain