Braille

I have lost my way
In the darkness

Become caught
Between
Barbs and thorns

Entangled

The pathetic creature
Ensnared in the trap
I set down
In the first place

We have forgotten the days
When we didn’t have to
Tend the wounds
Or mop up
Spilt blood

And we give off
Nothing but wretched cries

Waiting

For tiny pin pricks

The delicate embossing
Which will weave our worn out life
Into a tragic story.