Understand the system
I don't know how you
See
Cook not all who got
Eyes got good sight
Of view
Some are long sighted
Some views are short
Sighted
I don't know
Were you belong
The worst are those
Who are blind
Despite they got eyes
That could see
They are the part
Of the problems
I don't know were
You belong
If you are a problem
Or
A solution to the world
I don't know how you see
If you can see
I know by now
You would have
Understand the system
What an oddity
Doing fine
But my mind is being pulled
So many directions
Trying hard to grasp
Focusing
Where I am going
It just keep on running
Hearing you talking
Goes on and off
Feeling my soul floats
Then comes back
Paying attention
Being in the moment
Yet being in halves
Uncooperative
Wondering
What is happening
Hoping
Not to loose myself
Amongst the chaos
Telling myself
I am still here
I am ok
Let these recurrent thoughts
Set the records straight
Free myself from shortcomings
Forgive myself
Because I am tired
Trying
Fulfilling
Which in return
For nothing
Wanting when
Opening my eyes
Jumping out of bed
Spring of excitement
Getting things going
Engrossed
Being amused when learning
Knowing I can do so little
Hoping so hard
It will shine through
Hope it is enough
To wake me up
Looking back
Grinning
That I have done what I can
Shaking my head
In tears
Cannot...
Give...
Up...
© Sue Sanzz 2020
It disappears before your eyes
Your clarity of vision is in demise
A fact for certain, you cannot deny
As the ageing process, slips on by
Objects and letters have become slightly blurred
But you won’t admit it, it’s quite absurd
Will wearing glasses be like losing your hair?
Will people look at me, stand and stare?
Long sighted, short sighted, whatever it be
Why has this suddenly happened to me?
An eye sight test will clearly reveal
The glasses you need and the cost of the deal
Then you remember, all those jokes and teases
To all the people you pulled to pieces
Now you’ve become one of those guys
How do you like it? ........ ‘Four eyes’
Philip Royle copyright © 2012
peace and quiet tha's all i desire,a village green without a town crier
a tranquil spot a silent idyll,more chance of finding caviar at your local lidl
i get through my door and hope the noise will recede then the kids next door decide to start a stampede
up and down stairs at a thunderous pace,i'm seriously thinking about knocking and spraying them with mace
serves them right for making my life hell,ah bliss solitary confinement and my own prison cell
i go to the library to escape the hubbub, only to find the kids have started there own social club
the librarian in charge tries in vain to restore order, more chance of peace on the palestinian border
i'm short sighted ,long sighted and walk with a stick, yet from forty yards i can hear a digital clock tick
i shoulndn't complain but i defenitely plan to, one more thing what do the noise abatement society actually do
Nineteen eightyfour
Orwell’s long sighted book
Casting Big Brother.
I’ve had my eyes tested
And I am 20/20
I am not short sighted
Nor long sighted
My eyes are healthy
There is no glaucoma
No floaters
Nor cataracts
My sight is perfect
So why is it
When I look at you
I see an angel
When you are anything but
I asked the optician
Why, with such perfect vision,
Can I not see betrayal?
He told me
That I have perfect vision
Its just rose tinted
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