My Blue Eyes

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]

Broken Eyes

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]