As Blindness ( a fictional suppose)

As blindness approaches
the rays of the Sun,
carve out images,
in my mind,
of better days,
and happier times.

Streaking lights,
lightning flashes,
mar my senses,
a pathway to my soul.

How did life start this way?
Do I need to leave,
stay? should I,
or go I must, where,
the sun doesn't shine
while deranging my mind.