Blurry Lines

My eyes ache hard in a steady throb
A retinal crack…a nagging sob
I crave the words and lines which flow
The pain reminds me to take it slow

I reach for verses sharp and bright
My vision blurs and dims the light
The poems wait just out of view
Frustration sharp but it’s nothing new

I rest my eyes, breathe and wait
Hoping the ache will dissipate
I close my book and set it down
Still the words spin around

It stings to stop and hurts to pause
A love held back by stubborn flaws
Poetry is kind and will wait for me
Even if sometimes it’s hard to see

I take a break to heal and breathe
The words are there if I believe
Fleeting poetic lines I chase
I'll write again at my own pace
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Greenhough Avatar
March 27, 2025 at 7:22 AM
This is a good one. How often I suffer disruptions from aches, pains, and worries. Thanks for this poem.
Delegans Avatar
March 31, 2025 at 8:56 PM
Thanks, Hilda. Sadly it pulls me away from doing what I love sometimes. Sounds like you very much relate to this.
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