My choice

It's all the same,
everyday
it all goes on
the same old way.

All the life
all around
comes crumbling down
scattered on the ground.

At my feet I see
another life
never to be.

What of me?
Mine has passed.
Forever to see
what could never be.

Of all the souls
freed of sight
mine was not spared
this damning plight.

Why must I, see this lie?
Are there others, cursed with eyes?
I'm sure they have chosen to die.
And soon,
so will I.