Nearsightedness

I’ve been blinded by tears and sweat and dusts
after running as fast as I could, faster than anyone
Now numbed with soreness and calluses
I cannot tell whether the soft silky grains
soaking around my ankle are sands of beach
or dusts and ashes of skulls and bones
I cannot tell whether this water quenching my thirst
is fresh spring fountain or blood
I cannot tell if this steps of mountain
are polished stairs or traps laid for blind
I wipe my eyes
but they burn instead, blinding me further
I wait for my judgement
in the dark, deathly quiet silence.

5.19.2022