When I was blind my colors were sounds
My fears were astounding of fast cars and depth
My thoughts were my phobias put to the test
When I was paralyzed, feelings were sounds
My mind was abounding in jealous convictions
My limbs were just dangling and useless restrictions
When I was deaf, sounds were my colors
My eyes were on others unappreciative of ears
My glands often filling up, swelling with tears
When I was healthy I took it for granted
My views had been slanted by a "better than" feeling
My sight, sound, and texture had lost all their meaning
by Royce Waxenfelter
7/12/90
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