I am blind
in a world of riotous color
movements are heard
hooves, then a flash of steel
leaves underfoot
arrows flight
complexity of textures
cool breeze has found me
in this moment of danger
looking down
leaving this world
seeing light for the first time
traveling far
traveling alone
time evaporates
my long-held tears
Uncollected
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Patrick M. O’Neil
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Written – Unknown, Found 4/26/2024 in my drawer / Full image: From Culp Valley camping trip, 03/01/2026
Reference: Collection 27, Poem ID= 254