Without the Eyes to See

     I have eyes  but am blind.  Not by choice or lack of effort.  Blind by birth defect, not of the eyes themselves but by the brain that can not see these pathways.  Ten thousand efforts at the combinations left here for us to try...  And try and try  and try again.  If mine eye offends me, pluck it out?  My whole brain offends me .. where can I go to have it plucked out and replaced.  Shouldn't the synapses be rerouted and corrected by now?  As our friend who wrote Catch 22 assured me, wouldn't I have to be a damn fool to think any other way?  All I want to do is to give up .. surrender .. rest in peace .. lay the sod o'er me..  dream of quiet ..peaceful things.   O' William .. to sleep, perchance to dream.  But there is not sleep for me .. no gentle slumbers ..only nightmares and coarseness and swords and kings and warriors and knights!!

     My brain is skewered a thousand times while the knight leaps like a leaf in the air, with me unable to plan its path, unloved and ashamed.