Blind - Michael Brandon

Caught in the middle of daylight

With my night mask on

Didn’t know where I was going

On account of a blinding sun

It shone in my eyes with indifference

To who I am or who I was

A child I am

In the brightness persistent

In telling me I am capable of love

To reside in a cavern of darkness

Your vision soon adjusts

At first I clung to the walls

Now I know every crack in this devilish rock

How played out my story began

And how played out is its end

So Saint Peter please

If you’re holding the keys

Turn the brights off and just let me fucking in

Sick is the wicked man

Sick is what I am

Destined for redemption

Stuck between a rock and a looping of sin

I ask how to bear the journey

Of coming to see in light

I’ll hold out my hands

Palms up for mercy

Admission of being blind

Coveted truth

Convergence I assume