no consequence of the word
I’m losing my eyesight
it’s been a slow process
transpiring since
the day I was born
a genetic reality passed on
by nobody’s fault of their own
as a lesser prophet
my visions are my voice
and whether or not
you like what I say
the darkening of my peripheral
has no consequence of the word
december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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It is terrible thing to feel your eyesight getting dimmer. To suddenly realize that you can’t read books as clearly as you used to. Well-expressed in this poem.
Hello Padmini. Thank you for your comments here they are always welcome. And yes I agree, for some they can only hope to outlive the inevitable.
I can resonate very well with this poem. Hope you are doing well
I am good thank you and imagine you are as well.
Fine here. Thank you so much 😊