Blind
losing my sight
without a fight.
a disease
that spreads
within me
damaging my eyes
I can’t see
clearly
like before
it’s beyond
my control
all I do is
stare…..
wondering
about the glare
following me
everywhere
a fear
sets in
as it begins
to take control
I need some thing
to hold.
with each
steps I take
I wonder
if I will fall….
will I break
a bone?
hesitate
all I do
is hesitate….
things are
not the
same
anymore…..
my eyes
are dying
behind
close doors
what does
the future hold?
I don’t know
Copyright © Wanda Y. Olivera | Year Posted 2021
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