Blind

It is cold
Night-time, rain and hail
Seeping in the trail
Filling broken shoes

When they used their words and eyes
Spraying, scanning endlessly
It was her inside
Who could not decipher

Thus, where are they to be
When the evening dust is pushed
By creatures licking colour from her face
When she saw them flee

And while she cried in a cupboard
Because nobody was around
They looked in with concern - she was
Blind to sight and sound