Today… 1st September 2020

the mist is caving in…. but i can see the PC up close….

it is a nightmare…. how did i end up like this…

so far… glaucoma… in Shrewsbury …. in this bungalow….

i think i would prefer to live in a little cottage….or smaller place….

i feel so alone…

where can i go….

stay at my brothers…..

be hemmed in….

i wish i had my own place….a little house or cottage by the sea….


all i have done is potter around and my mist is thicker… emails, calls, support groups, book groups, facebook, twitter, radio group, social groups for visually impaired, people from groups who have friended who message me… i dont know half of them! why do people think they can just message me like this….. i am a sponge magnet for everyone….

i hope i can keep this last little bif of my vision….

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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