Almost Blind

What a fortuitous exchange to hear,
And ever closer the smell of fear,
But only any simpleton can see,
That eyes, cold eyes, are failing me.

What good are those,
Who oft behold,
But ne'er do stay to help?

And who can lie,
And say that I,
Have not seen the truth?

I bring to bear,
The senses bare,
That naked, see the light,

But even so,
I taste my death,
When I find I see no right.

How clueless I am in my senseless cries,
But you all know I've been wronged,
I know!
I can!
Argue until,
I realize the uselessness of eyes.