Short horror Stories

one last time

I was born blind

I was never a cool kid

School was tough

but real life was stupid

Crossing streets

Getting things at the market

You people take for granted

Something that makes me helpless

One day I had pain

and pain it was

Besides a blind eye

I was turning to dust

And it became too much,

But a last wish was mine

I got to see colour

I got to see white

One last time