It's hard to tell sometimes
The day the darkness starts.
It's just a little harder reading
Just a little fuzzy looking down the street.
But soon I realize
The next dark day is coming.
The words I read have letters missing
Faces seem to blend into the crowd.
And then it's all around
The darkness fills my world.
How long? I have no way of knowing,
Counting time 'til all I know is night.
Caren E. Salas