Blind

Rainy streets–

footfalls reflect off of wet concrete.

All I knew was I could not run;

I could not hide.

The storm–

It thunders majestically,

and I could see and feel the fear

that shook the sky... and tore apart the town.

Are you alive?

I've searched for you endlessly.

I have run all through the snow,

and through the fog.

Your trail

has led me to its end.

You have left me far behind,

and in the dust... I discovered I was blind.