Sight Unseen

          It's the end of a hot day.  And the beginning of a cold night.  A cycle that continues since the cosmos of first shined light.
 
          But there's nothing that illuminates the darkened skies.  As any remaining light has long since faded from my eyes.  For this is all I have thought of since my vision died.
 
          The idea of sunsets forgotten.  As if it had all been a lie.  All for the duty of my government.
 
          The same one that found it convenient to forget I'm alive.  And all I can do is wonder what will happen in time.  For when I feel the warmth upon my skin.
 
          I can't help but stare upon the sky.  And I torture myself when I come to realize.  That it was all for nothing.  And this part of me will always be denied.