Senses

At this given point in time
                  I do not desire much
  For I try to be a simple man
                  With basic needs
          I try to see
          But my hands are covering my eyes
  I try to speak
          But I am speaking a different language
                          I try to listen
                  But I cannot hear
I move around touching too much and then getting in trouble
          My smell is all I have left
  And smell is nothing
          Without the pleasure of taste

(An I for a T)
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