I Walk Blindly Unto This Day

Unto this day, I withhold everything
I once would spit out like my past self
Until now, I walked with clearness into each day;
caring and loving with such a way
Concealing each frightful picture and
word I once would say
Onto this day, I would bite my words with
much uselessness of translation
and keep in all of the useful information
Walking blindly and in over my brow,
I wouldn't catch an eye unless if it were merely I
and now,
Feeling like I were in the whole of melancholy,
I impress myself with another thoughtless and full word
Fulfilled by each pay, I've preceded no one with mourning
Prepared to take the world by somewhat of a sad, little storm
And sneering at the once sought after thorns
I still possess the qualities that make a person lovable and hateful,
as well as passionate of hate and love
Until this day, I talk blindly of what I say,
"Onto today, I've walked blindly into each light and far away."

Author's Note

Any comments would be pleasant