Hate Being Blind
by William Grussenmeyer
I hate not being able to see your smile bright.
I hate not being able to enjoy the waning evening light.
I hate not being able to get in a bar fight.
I hate not being able to marvel at the stars in the sky.
I hate so much I feel like I will die.
I hate not being able to look at myself in the mirror.
I hate not being able to see the clothes I wear.
I hate not being able to see your loving stare.
Or your concerned look of care.
I hate not being able to drive you around in the car
I hate not being able to see a movie with beautiful stars.
I hate being blind
I hate not being able to read your signs
I hate people being unkind
I hate losing my mind
I hate telling people I am fine.
But your love makes me happily rhyme
And my hatred melts away just a tiny bit when you are kind.
I hate not being able to enjoy the waning evening light.
I hate not being able to get in a bar fight.
I hate not being able to marvel at the stars in the sky.
I hate so much I feel like I will die.
I hate not being able to look at myself in the mirror.
I hate not being able to see the clothes I wear.
I hate not being able to see your loving stare.
Or your concerned look of care.
I hate not being able to drive you around in the car
I hate not being able to see a movie with beautiful stars.
I hate being blind
I hate not being able to read your signs
I hate people being unkind
I hate losing my mind
I hate telling people I am fine.
But your love makes me happily rhyme
And my hatred melts away just a tiny bit when you are kind.
William Grussenmeyer is a blind and bipolar software engineer living in the greater Seattle area with his wife of 9 years, Allison.