Blackness.

Look Sharp.

All he sees is fog, dense white
Diffused light,
In the jet black night.

Open eyes,
And useless sight.
Inability to see paths,
Wrong from right.

He does try,
But cannot fight.
It's mist after all,
Dense yet light.

Blinding mist,
And useless might.

Closed eyes,
And there he lies;
Waiting for a better time.