2nd Poem

I just wrote anything that came to my mind within that 20 minutes.

Open my eyes,
But to me,
I have no eyes.
Walking with a stick,
Wearing a spec,
Having the shame
to be born blind.

There is no colour in my life.
What is red? What is blue?
I don't know.
My imagination can run wild,
But my dream is always dull.
Black and white,
Only them appear in my mind.

It is tough,
To walk alone on an unknown path.
Some might give you a helping hand,
Some might give you not even a damn.

Why am I blind?
Why can't I just be deaf or even paralysed?
If I don't have a leg,
At least I know how a leg look like;
If I can't speak,
At least I know how a mouth can make a speech;
If I can't hear,
At least I know the shape of a ear;
But if I can't see,
I don't know what an eye is...

In the mirror,
You see yourself.
In the mirror,
Lies the image of me,
Without the soul of life.