"I walk, blinded by"

I walk, blinded by
white
hoping I don't stumble

this world is so dark
I can only
survive

by always moving, looking
down
at where to place my feet

my own dark feet -
who have they left
behind?

who has fallen along the
way?
are there yet some ahead

of me? I cannot see
their footprints in the
shifting

sand that threatens
thirst
and a slow, crushing death

so I keep trudging
towards that hope, that
dream

of flight
of magic
of release

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This poem was written in response to day six's prompt to write an ekphrastic poem. I Chose "Flight of the Witches" by Francisco de Goya as my inspiration.