My eyes are open, but I can’t see

Burnt by fire, the last straw is gone
What is left from the hope we felt?

Despair
Shame
Guilt

All is written in empty diaries
With invisible ink and dull pens.

Derelict
Breathless
Unworthy

The door is open but the windows
are closed. No candles alight.

Darkness
Dreamless
Haggard

I wake up from another sleepless
Night. My eyes are open but I am blind.