Sight of sight loss

Well I’m up the creek without a paddle
My life is a quiet sort of sad lonely muddle
Glaucoma has taken its toll
My vision you know still does fail
I moan and grown
It has to be known
And who’d have believed it
In a pandemic too
I feel out of my depth and what a to do
Please Don’t take your vision for granted
The seeds of hope I had now planted
But practical things get in my way
As my optic nerve ebbs away
To find peace solace and company too
Here On my own
And feeling blurry n blue
I just say to you
Get your eyes checked for the pressure
Cos glaucoma don’t give you much leisure
I always believe good will come
And soon I will have some fun
Rather than sit here in a mist alone
And you know me I moan and groan!
I’m sure my vision will get better each day
It’s mind over matter
Isn’t that what they say!

Author: Rosy

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at

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