Walking the Brooklyn Bridge

As we were walking Across

The Brooklyn Bridge,

All I could think of was one word.

Blind

All I could see was black

Black sound surrounded me.

I was like a blind man without a walking stick,

Trying to find my way through

A desert of emotions

I feel as if I have never before

As if this will never end.Walking Blindfolded

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