Without Vision

we swing and we rage
we stand and we cower
we scream and we whisper

warring, raging
screaming and laughing

at nothing and everything

we act immortal
while we’re dying

we survive on liquids that parch us
and foods that empty us

we swing and we miss.

we’re blind
and we’re dizzy

speaking peace and spitting hate
we are the shore’s waters
tossed and turned, spun and thrown

staggering, tripping
spinning and falling

we grasp at anything

but find nothing
and we wonder if all we are
is alone

thinking, reasoning
fearing and dying.