Hope

Upon a time and once again,
I believe I had a friend.
A friend indeed -- one who knew,
My darker side, so black and blue.

Still, this friend defended me.
Against the things I would not see.
Even though my shell was hard.
My future was his first regard.

My gloom within a midnight’s tale.
My troubles, to him, I’d bewail.          
Never knowing he could see,
beneath my bright hypocrisy.

My only hope is that he knows,
the diligence--that I disclose.
Not a matter that is new.
Ask the reaper for his due.

So once again, here, I depend,
On a brother, or, a friend.
Also, upon a sister, wife,
This dreadful thing--I call a life.

I only hope that they can see,
There is a better life for me.
Despite the fact that I am blind.
Looking backwards, from behind.