Creeping Darkness
I look and listen to all that’s around the view from where I’m standing seems like a mound.
If you see what I see and are no kin to me we are free to be given an aura of chi?
Being humble and meek but not considered a sneak what spies the eye I silently seek.
Ghostly In style never cracking a smile I absorb all that I see my vision is limited to me,
blind I am going to be.
Hearing growing sharp chirping song birds in the park keeps me with a spark my spirit happy
and lark, the lord has all of my heart.
I take nothing for granted my feet are ground and planted, where I am in life is where I’ll be
abundant resources are available to me.
Very few friendships relying on kinship the night owl hoots sirens and car horn always toot,
my vision is tunneling all my money is funneling.
Glaucoma has a will the eye drops and pills keep the pressure almost to nil all I can do is
upgrade my skill until someday my main purpose I can fulfill.
The meaning is clear my vision is not inflammation has me seeing black floaters and spots,
the years of sight I have left I know not.
James C Bryant Jr.
July 4, 2010
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