Second-hand II

I live in
someone else's house all my
furniture stuffed in
like any vegetable flan
half-baked and
undone.  I am
warned by my own
mind to leave or
take the consequences which
are grave years of
tiredness and another
climb instead of level land.

My hand took me to
the wrong destiny and
removed my light. I am
blinded by my
circumstances, made
deaf by mourning
cries, dumbed by my
own stupidity. What
price sight regained -

Eden lost in paradise
and I left maimed.

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