Author: Dan Roberts

A person with RP Can know you are there but have no idea who you are Can watch a movie but miss all the full screen action, any dim scenes, and all the subtitles Can see the sky but not the stars Can read a book but can’t find the book Can paint the entire [Read More]

Standing alone, I sip my drink, People around, I try to think, No need for panic, some are friends, But can I find them, that depends. To find someone, I have to be, Somewhere where someone can see me. For otherwise I’ll pass them by, Their face escaping from my eye. I wait and soon [Read More]

My blue eyes open now just as they always did, But rather than pure sunlight, I see a cloud instead. The sunlight still warms me and always lights my way, But the cloud in the center turns faces gray. The objects that I look at are becoming unclear, And memories of sharp vision are becoming [Read More]

I live in a world without readable signs, No faces with features, or even straight lines. Things taken for granted, once seen clear as day, Now shrouded forever in layers of gray. As if once removed, life is now passing by, Viewed as it is from the corner of my eye. Like all that’s around [Read More]