Spiritual Blindness

My spirit foresees the chains and locks approaching.
There is no existence of a key.
She whispers with urgency
to turn and just run.
She pleas for me
to ignore my emotions and flea.

At the moment, my body paralyzes as I stand.
I become ignorant of my circumstance.
Instead of being brave,
my eyes blur from unsettling clouds
that turns to rain.
The wet droplets travel out of fear to pain
to kiss my lips.

Yet in still, knowing what to do,
I can not find the courage to leave.
I am warned a great fate in coming.
My eyes can not see what my spirit sees.