Darkness-Nde

In the palm of my hand was death,
Ready to unfold with every breath;
i struggle with spirit eft,
For nobody to inherit.

I die'd to resurrect.
Didnt live to prosper
with nothing really left,
Clasping my hands for father

The cultivation needed,
Could Prick of my knees
Bleeded;For life didnt
Reveal the meaning?

Im blind but can see,
Along def but can hear
Numness from head to feet.
Ogle dim'd,death is near